Teen life lesson poems
Story of her wrists
- by L. Ferguson 59
She smiled a pretty smileBut it started to twist
You see her smile told a story
And so did her wrists
Her life was simple
Not exciting, nor fun
3 brothers and a sister
A dad and a mum
Blonde hair to her ribcage
Blue eyes to match the sea
She had her goals and aims
And she let them be
She had holes in her body
But no ink on her skin
She hated her structure
She wanted to be thin
Her boyfriend loved her
And her friends adored
But her heart was bruised
Swollen and sore
She took an old razor
And broke it into three
Causing wounds on herself
Letting blood flow free
She smiled a sad smile
On a constant twist
You see that smile told a story
About the scars on her wrists
Ask yourself
- by Rhiannon Alexander-Sampson 58
Is the blast of a gun or the blood of the dove, the problem?Why is it that the sea tastes like tears?
Do the rivers carry the sorrows of Earth to its heart?
Is a lion still a lion if it lives in a cage?
Or is your home really where your heart is?
If we could truly gaze upon each other, would we see beauty, or nothing at all?
And who decides if Picasso's paintings are more expensive than his pain?
Why do we get so worked over political campaigns?
When we are the only ones stopping ourselves from getting what we think is right?
We all may think we are enclosed in boxes, packed and contained...
But you are restrained only by the walls in the box you build yourself.