Taken from http://youthvoices.net/sites/default/files/image/10913/apr/selfesteem.png, courtesy of The Internet, as usual. Image apparently depicts all the labeling and pressure put upon young girls in the media that leads to low self-esteem— the very things that the speaker of this poem is attempting to defy in her "magniloquence."
High time for some optimistic poetry, eh?
I don't like to boast. No, really, I don't. That's not just me being modest. I don't like boasting.
I don't like to boast. No, really, I don't. That's not just me being modest. I don't like boasting.
That being said, this assignment for Creative Writing Class was deemed a "boast poem," though I prefer to think of it as a "confidence poem." Excuse any arrogance that you may perceive while reading this—it's part of the prompt, I swear. As was the rhyme scheme. And the number of lines. And the Maya Angelou and King Lear allusions, though I was happy to put those in.
Magniloquence
(or,
A Boast of Epic Proportions)

