|
His name is Steven He is 10 His ribs poke out of his skin His legs quiver as he walks His back telling stories no book has the spine to carry All because people don’t want their last bites They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure But they forgot that one man’s trash can be another man’s life, his livelihood I can hear the cries of a child saying “mama I’m hungry” It’s toxic waste he walks into a store looking for something healthy to eat on a budget just about 1$ to spend but the salad he wants is 5.00 vs the mcdonald’s hamburger that’s .99 Where in other places they throw away their $2 ones America is the capital of obesity but strutting the authority to exercise but what about the kids who are food deprived starving themselves to feel like they fit in While others throw away food for sport toxic waste her name is amber she has insecurities she doesn’t get enough to eat at home She walks down the halls of her high-school And the kids tease her Because she’s thin, fragile to touch but what they failed to realize is amber’s family has no money they judged her by the appearances she ended up starving herself to feel accepted Just to trim her waist Her family afraid that she’ll waste away Toxic waste when you fix your plate the first thing you think of when you get full is to throw away your scraps But what you don’t understand is that all you’re doing is adding to the Toxic Waste Click on the file below to see the recording of the poem: 
0 Comments
Kitchen Echoes
Society calls it soul food Laced in black excellence Perfect healing There is nothing like it Birthed from the full belly of the south Laughter and love Woven into the scars of a history that they thought had been long forgotten Turned into something beautiful Recipes from our ancestors that we remember that are braided into our very existence Nobody could cook like them I can imagine the smell of love wafting from the kitchen on a Friday afternoon as the sounds of jazz spoke pigments into the ears of all who listened It’s the magic of healing that brings us from yesterday to today Helps the skies lighten up on our darkest days Makes the pain fade away Brings us to our own kind of promised land Makes us heal And smile |
PoemsThese poems were written by young poets Archives
March 2023
Poets
All
|
||
RSS Feed