Poetry
After Rene Magritte's "The Lovers"
After I said I do,
I felt like I couldn't.
He changed before my eyes
as if he were a t.v,
changed with the flick of a button.
I remember when he reached
eight of his fingers
around my neck,
thumbs extended,
he shook me
until the White Diamond perfume fell
to the floor, in pace with me:
fast like a balloon filled with cement.
I gripped his pant leg
begged for him,
this sheep in G-unit clothing,
to stop.
But he didn't.
Maybe this man-child
was afraid I'd leave.
So I never left.
I shall always be his
his nothing wrapped in mystery,
the stranger he lusts after,
his emotionless bride.
Rowena Jackson
Detroit International Academy Article# 861, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
I hate how you
scratch against my paper.
I can't stand it when
you get dull as I write.
I hate how you break
all through the day.
Why do you get shorter
when I sharpen you?
I really dislike when
your eraser burns out.
I wish you would just fade
away from this Earth.
I would get rid of you
if I didn't need you for Math.
I don't want you in
my life anymore.
I've moved on to
pens now.
Tamesha Hall
Hutchins McMichael Middle School
Article# 860, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
My heart is a blue whale jumping out of the sunlit sea.
My eyes are invisible ink so no one can see my soul.
My future is a shark tooth cutting through new challenges.
My mind is a ribcage that can never go tender.
I am like a galaxy. I keep on going.
I became a concrete ladder climbing from the ocean floor.
Darrell Banks
Lessenger K-8 Preparatory Academy
Article# 859, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
At night sometimes
I listen to the moon
shine.
I listen to the dogs
howl to the dark sky.
I see the stars form
into an arrow to show
me the way.
My mom tells me how
I'm smart. That's all I hear
her say.
Ja'la McClain
Golightly Educational Center
Article# 858, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
I lift a fox into the air and throw it into the box
And pull out a
Little Red Riding Hood book.
I squeeze a gooey sticky black bat into the box
And pull out a nice little hamster.
I grabbed my mommy's sickness and put it
Into the box and pull out a well alive mommy.
I snatch a poisonous yellow spider and put it
Into the box and pull out a beautiful blue bird.
I throw a big sharp butcher's knife into the box
And pull out flowers.
Jaylnn Ragland
Golightly Educational Center
Article# 857, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
The Blues are so sad
so blue so rainy blue
I just feel blue
I play my old guitar
in the dark blue stone room
When I lie down
I'm just covered with blue
Micah Grier
Hanstein Elementary School
Article# 856, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
The wind whispers in my ear of a light
and this light fills my heart with life
a life of green soul
with the river calling my name
I follow the crooked path to the river
and the garden of souls
Justice Miller
Hanstein Elementary School
Article# 855, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 4, 2009
