This is part one of a two-part feature on a poetry collection called Paint Me Like I Am. Paint Me Like I Am is a collection of poems by teens who have taken part in writing programs run by a national nonprofit organization called WritersCorps. WritersCorps started in 1994 to help at-risk youth in three American urban centers: San Francisco, Washington, D.C., and the Bronx. WriterCorps has helped thousands of children and teens from finding creative expression through writing and the arts.
“A word once let out of the cage cannot be
whistled back again.” — Horace
Poetry Friday round-up is hosted by Karen Edmisten.
My name is furious
I live in the House of Darkness
My favorite game is Truth, Dare, or Consequences
You better tell the truth
You better do my dare
Or you will suffer the consequences
My favorite color of lipstick is
The darkest shade of burgundy
My eyes are full of fire
My mouth is full of heartbreaking words
My heart is full of ice and stone
My hands are like bricks
My eyebrows are your warning
Don’t talk if they say no
Do if they say so
My favorite food is burnt lasagna
Because the world is
Black, bloody and cheesy to me anyway
I drive a purple car, but I love walking
In the valley of the shadow of death
Because I am furious.
— Karen Baylor, Washington, D.C.
Anger That Lives Upon Us
Anger wears a jacket
Of hottest flames.
Of the flames is blue. Touch it
And you’ll be burned.
Not your body but your mind
Until you can’t think
Anger lives in a dark place
So no one will bother him.
— Lawrence Agbayani, San Francisco