Two Poems for National Poetry Month
The Bedtime Stories the Mirror Told Me
Every night, before I fall into my dreams
I will go to the mirror
The mirror tells me one bedtime story
It’s about me, and I drown in those sweet stories, every time
I see my eyes in the mirror
The mirror told me a story about those eyes
It said my pupils are the dark sky with stars in it
They are the cradle that carries the history of my family
I see my lips in the mirror
The mirror told me a story about those lips
It said, together they are the best gramophone in the world
They sing graceful songs to the children
I see my nose in the mirror
The mirror told me a story about that nose
It said it’s my protector
It feels the joy and fear in the air
Helps me avoid the monster
I love the mirror
The bedtime stories it tells me are the best sleeping pills
I fall into my dreams with its best wish
–Olivia Chen, 16
At a Loss
It’s kind of hard to tell but my words are
Filled with shame
My heart is full of pain and my mind is
Filled with game
Allergic to the sun but deep inside I love the rain
My lifestyle is so attractive
Because of my sins my years subtracted
Stressed out but not depressed not
Many know the difference
Cautious of my surroundings and
The rest is not my business
Sometimes I walk with a hunch but
Not because I’m lazy
It might be because I’m crazy that’s
What momma should have named me but
That’s what the ghetto made me
I just hope nobody blames me
Because I’m not the type to snitch and
I’m not the type to judge
I’m not the type to blame but to
God I hold a grudge because I
Feel so mad and violent
While I pray for peace and Love
–DA
These poems are from forthcoming WritersCorps books by students from Mission High School and Woodside Learning Center, respectively. Books will be available in May 2013.
Poem of the Month: April 2013
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Self-Portrait at 12
A lion who can’t speak for her own but
Reacts like a beast.
Inducted and instructed into a new life
Fears that anything could go wrong
Hungry, trying to find a way to get what she wants
Hunts to survive to stay alive
Her family is what she needs in her life
Been through too many jungles trying to find the right den
But what she doesn’t know is that she’s not even halfway there
She pretends that everything is all right
Keeps her tears to the other side
Hides under bushes where nobody can see her cry
Why is she so sad?
She dreams over nights, waits for the hunt
What would it feel like to be there?
Would she maintain herself or
Will it all just be a dream?
From the WritersCorps 2012 book “Half Belly, Half Heart,” by students at Hilltop High School.
Poem of the Month: March 2013
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My Friendly Stalker
I would have never thought I’d have a stalker
I mean, it follows me everywhere when
there’s bright light
it disappears when it starts to get dark…
I don’t know, maybe it’s scared or something
It grows insanely fast like big, tall green trees,
but it also gets short like
really teeny tiny dwarfs
I can never see my shadow’s socks or its shoes
It seems to scream out because it’s tired
of being on the floor and walls
I feel like it’s my guardian angel
My shadow is always with me and always will be
My friendly foe that stalks me is glad to be with me
– Alejandra Ramos, 15
From the WritersCorps 2012 book “Writing Out of the Shadows,” by students at Mission High School.
Poem of the Month: February 2013
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Mother
She loved me
I loved her
I still do
She might not
She changed
I grew
She got high
I got by
She hit hard
I hit harder
She hated him
I had him
She chose her him
I chose mine
She left
I kept going
Her life is gone
Mine just begun
– Patricia Duarte, 17
From the WritersCorps 2012 book “Half Belly, Half Heart,” by students at Hilltop School.
Poem of the Month: January 2013
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This is a Poem
To my textbooks,
to my calculus tests,
to my college applications,
to my scholarship applications,
stop making me tired,
I’m sleepy.
To the internet,
to the funny pictures of cats that make me smile,
to the satirical news articles that make me giggle,
to the online MMO games that distract me for hours,
stop keeping me up at night,
I’m sleepy.
To my dog,
to my friends,
to my acceptance letters,
to yummy food at midnight,
thank you for comforting me,
I’m going to bed.
– Sydney Sweeney, 17
From the WritersCorps 2012 book “Let Me Be,” by students at International Studies Academy
Poem of the Month: December 2012
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