ChaiteaAndPoetry
14/F/Portland, OR
I've been writing poetry since kindergarten. / I detest breakup poetry. / My poems who I am. / They don't always rhyme. / They're happy. / I believe poetry is a gift to be savored. / to be dwelled upon. / but most importantly, / this bio isn't a poem
I breathe
bubbles rise.
Underwater is
Silent, can't hear
little kids scream and splash
Peaceful
my hair flows around my head
in rolling auburn waves
No goggles
chlorine stings my open eyes
I could stay
Forever
in this feeling of
Freedom, peace lulling me to sleep
My lungs burn
and I'm reminded
of my human need for oxygen
Feet push with a crack
off pristine off-white concrete
shimmering with Sunlight patterns
shining through water
I gasp
Breath fills my lungs
Peace, still lingering,
is ruptured by a Kid
with a Water Gun.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I sweep the eraser dust
from my desk,
this morning's math corrections
done
I've struggled with math
this first year
and I need to ask for help.
but I'm not good at that either, but
I'm going to get better.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Sixth grade, middle school
that's when it begins
the competition, the bullying
trying to fit in
Trying to fit in,
but standing out all the same
trying to belong,
but left out of everything
Their words begin to sink in
like seeds, they breed self consciousness
she longs for the 'me'
she used to be,
the one that could leave the house with no makeup
But she's let their words define her
they bind her, hold her, keep her
blind, unable to see
the beauty on the inside
on the outside, under the makeup
She keeps it bottled up inside
Afraid to tell anyone,
She thinks she's the reason why
But the reason she feels so dark inside
Is because someone else felt the same
And took it out on her,
She knows now she's not to blame
Bullying.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Bob is dead
that's a fact
he fell off the roof
and he went splat
He was hanging the lights
a bird came along
they had a fight
SPLAT!
Bob hit the ground
quite hard that night
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
So what if girls exceed your expectations?
Why do we have to dress 'holy'
in skirts that give us limitations?
We have chests. We have hips.
How long we have to apologize
for the features that God gave us?
Why are our girls
Beat down, held back,
So all the men can look greater?
Does it make them feel powerful
To push her down, sedate her?
Does it make them feel powerful
To keep their women
As second-class citizens?
Dress codes: knees covered.
Social code: Seen, not heard.
Aren't we the reason you're all here?
Why do you make her dim her strengths
For all the men to shine brighter?
If girls have to dress 'holy'
Because boys can't control themselves,
Why not teach the boys
to keep their hands where they belong?
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC