I have to write this sonnet for a grade Not for fame or heartache, for a grade And if I get an “A” I’ll have it made I’ve written sonnets sometimes from my pain, I’ve written them to try to ease that pain To find the light that often follows rain I’ve written them while crying in the dark I’ve sat and written, crying in the dark But never, never crying for a mark Sometimes I write to try and find a voice To give these thoughts I have a real voice Sometimes I write because I have no choice But what of verses written for a grade? Would love, will time, approve the lines I’ve made?