2010 Summer

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Remember Me

I am fun. I am Katie. I am no one but me.
I make mistakes. I ask a lot of favors.
But there are the good things in life
like your family and friends.
The people who hate me
make me feel noticed.
I am a normal teenage girl
I fall in love. I get my heart broken.
I realize who I do and don’t need.
There is one important thing I ask:
remember me when I’m not with you
and I’ll remember you.

-Katie

Guardian Angel

Catch me when I fall,
shield me from the world.
Whisper a song in my ear,
and put a spring in my step.
Keep me safe when I sleep,
hold my hand when I'm all alone.
Help me grow up and be strong
and give me a compass
that will show me my own way.
Guide me toward endurance
and lend a little wisdom in my old age.
Finally,
when I die,
put wings on my back
so that I can go home.

-Kay

Up Above

I am the lights that shine above you.
Beautiful, glowing chandelier

I hang gently from a single chain.
Swaying softly, you don’t even notice me.

How I watch from atop, seeing each thing you do.
I see you walking, sitting, standing, talking.
I hear your secrets, a small whisper from down below.

Don’t ever think I do not notice you, indeed I do.
It’s you who doesn’t notice me.

-Aneesa

Questions

What would it feel like to be in
someone else’s body?
Will I ever understand the answers?
Does the body make me?
Maybe it’s more like a shell,
a resting place for my soul.
Has my soul really lived in other bodies?
What does that mean?
Do all my questions come from body changes
or is it just me?
They feel very much a part of me,
but maybe it’s just a phase.

-Molly

World, I Envy Them

This is my letter to the world
to explain to you why,
why I envy them.
if it weren’t for them,
I wouldn’t see the flaws,
the flaws I only see.
If it weren’t for them,
I wouldn’t see the good
in life. There isn’t a thing
I hate about them
In all honesty, I envy them.
I can decorate them
in any way I want & surround them
with the colors of my choosing.
I can make them bold
& even dull, depending
on my mood. If it weren’t

for my big
blue eyes, this letter
to the world
would diminish.

-Alysha

My Eyes

Grey, big and piercing.
14 years
still in love with my eyes
and everything is wrong.
I am here against my will,
trapped inside a paranoid, psychotic
freak.
I can’t come to what you tell me,
I’m not beautiful
not in my own mind.
One year ago,
disaster was my favorite recipe,
my world was on fire
and all the while,
my eyes let me free.
And wishing beauty was me.
And once, just once I wish
someone could be jealous of me,
my body, my place, my mind…
and not the other way around.
And I see his eyes
and feel my soul sour.
I wish my mind would just change
into a purple llama
and I would be happy.

-Trisha

Bodies

Beatrice watches me watch my
body.
She looks deep inside
me.
My legs, my face, my
soul.
Pieces that aren’t quite my
pieces.
Pieces that don’t quite
go.
Flaming hair, a
halo.
Gold, brown, with pieces of
green.
Just a flesh
wound?
Just a flesh
malfunction.
Legs, feet, torso
mouth.
Not
mine.
Perhaps Beatrice sees a different
me.
A better
me.
She may see the me
that
will stand up for what she
wants
is unafraid of the
risks.
A me who believes in
herself
no matter
what.
Beatrice sees a better me.

-Tiffany (Beatrice was given to me by Ms.Stillman, my personal mentor and goddess)

Nikki x 3

My hair is the poverty of the southern islands.
My torso is the darkness of nighttime,
the element of surprise.
My eyes are the silence of a mouse on velvet.
My hands are the power of magic.
My legs are the “Cool Kids” hanging out after school.
And my feet are the soundtrack of my life.

-Nikki

Planted Firmly

My eyes are buckets of words
left unsaid.
My hair is made of twigs and leaves,
pieces nature left as dead,
all spun together.
My hair flows with strange patterns,
The Earth Goddess’s patterns of live, life and death.
My mind rides on the wind
passing over unknown territory.
My brain brings me back,
reminds me to have tea with a friend.
My hands are spiders,
creatures I despise, yet must love.
The metal bands that encircle my thumbs
remind me of my sisters
and my freedom.
My legs are planted firmly,
a stance that helps me feel strong
and radiant.
My feet are trapped inside my shoes.
My feet need to be bare,
close to the Earth.
My whole body is a jumble
trying to grow and stay the same.

-Molly

Untitled

The message she says is clear
I can almost feel it in my heart
The most important thing is to live your life
not to waste it and see it fly by, out of reach
all your heart has to be in it
or you will regret every moment
wasting your heart and dreams.

-Katie

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