Recently, the Upper School has decided to showcase the talent of its student body during Thursday assemblies. Senior co-presidents Jack Chellman and Alessandra Mejia initiated this to raise awareness for the diverse interests and passions of the student body…and, yes, to fill those awkward five minutes usually left at the end of assembly.
But according to Jindu, there was no concrete inspiration: “I don’t really know how I got it. I've always wrote little raps in a book since I was young and my sister said I used to rap about spaghetti to her friends on the phone, so I guess you could say this poetic mindset has always been a part of me”.
Besides braving the stage and sharing his “poetic mindset” with the Bullis community, Jindu was able to mold his passion into a form (rap) to which his peers could relate. He strove to build a connection through his artwork.
“I write for that child who is going through something, in which they can build a connection with my poems,” Jindu stated. “Just so they know they’re not alone and that the rough times will pass”.
When asked about uncovering this interest, Jindu made a point to advocate that being unique is not something to shy away from:
“Just think of it this way… who would ever think a football player like me would sit in his room and spend time writing poems. It lets people know that it's okay to be different in a way”.
Even though he may not know it, Jindu is paving the way to help others more hesitant reveal their own talents. Through staying true to himself and the Bullis community, he was able to step up to the stage, metaphorically and physically, and relay the fundamental message to ‘be yourself’.
“I'm not afraid to express how I feel in an artistic way and I'm not afraid to connect with others,” Jindu concluded. “I think everyone may not be a poet but everyone is an artist in their own way”.
See when I die my only wish is that our love won't fail.
Praying my soul will meet hers in that spiritual realm.
I was Rollin around in my mind it occurred
What if God was a her.
A sense of some Common.
Or more like Commons sense
She helped me
the divinity of calm and tense.
Such a heavenly body between a rhyme and script.
Even Shakespeare would bite his lips if he read of this
If he read of her.
Man his heart would drop.
To the point of know return
We're his heart would stop.
And in my darkest hour of my darkest nights.
She'd shine bright so polite turning dark to light.
And in my darkest days she's my faith.
You see faith is not the absences of doubt
Not the absence of fear
Faith is not knowing where your going but trusting who is leading and moving on from the there.
She was my faith today.
She'll be my faith tomorrow
She was my faith yesterday
She'll be my faith in sorrow.
She no were near Godly but she's a God to me.
You see when God made her she was the original bride to be.
And if she was to die first I'd cry through the worst
But wait I figured it out.
We'll be nothing. I heard that last forever.