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[Ren]

Hi. I'm having trouble analysing my poem, which is about "Peer Pressure. I have tried but im not getting it. Could you help me analyse it please. Its 20% of my grade and this is only part of it. My poem is as follows:


Peer Pressure! Peer Pressure!
We fall into peer pressure,
To smoke, to drink,
To take drugs and partying.
Friends! Will they be nice?
Friends! Will they accept us?
Friends! Will they reject us?
Look around! Everyone is different,
No one individual is the same.
So don't be ashame.
Stand up, be you.
Don't act like a fool.
Don't change your individuality,
Become someone you're not, because
HE says so.
Be strong! Peer Pressures don't count.
You will even be cooler yet,
Remain the True You.

[mir]

umm . . . i think that's actually pretty transparent. just basically, don't give into peer pressure and sacrifice your own unique personality in order to gain friends. i don't get much more out of it . . . sorry . . .

[Grumbleguts]

ditto - if you can't analyse the meaning of this you probably cant read or understand English. Its as transparent a poem as I've ever come across.

[amanda_isabel]

i agree with mir and grumbleguts- transparent. or maybe-and it just crossed my mind-you cant analyse it because its aboout you-what you are and aren't?

[Mint]

'Friends! Will they be nice?
Friends! Will they accept us?
Friends! Will they reject us?'

I thought this quite effective - it is placed in the centre of the poem - i.e. at its heart - and I think this reflects on the subject matter of peer pressure and sacrificing individuality to gain...friends. So friends can be at the heart of the peer pressure difficulties - gaining them and keeping them and being pressurised to keep up the trends with them and not losing them. Thus, it may be why the poem places the friends bit at the centre.

Also, the use of repetition lends the effect of the constant pressure. The repetition gives it the sound/echo of pressure. The questions that follow add to this. One worrying question after another - about friends. They reflect the constant murmerings of worry about friends.

Anyhow, that's all I can give right now. Got to go.