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Poetry Slam Ahead


As I prepare for my class’s poetry slam tomorrow, I thought I’d share with a broader audience a few of my options for what I might share with the class. Any favorite poems?


Don’t Look At Me Now

Don’t look at me now-

There’s pain beneath this smile,

And for so many reasons

I don’t want you to know

 

How the painted smile is flaking,

The tears that threaten to fall,

Each breath, so carefully planned

And the mask to hide it all.

 

Your eyes know too much.

If you glance my direction,

Or if I meet your gaze,

The carefully constructed façade

will break.

 

So don’t look at me now—

Actually, could you

 

Please look at me now?

There’s pain beneath this smile,

And for so many reasons

I just want you to know.

 


 

Heartbreak

What do you do when your heart is broken?

You pick up the pieces and glue them back together.

Give wings to your heart and teach it how to fly again.

Play some music and let it sing and dance with freedom.

 

You pick up the pieces and glue them back together,

When the pain gets too hard to bear.

Play some music and let it sing and dance with freedom.

Just let it crumble a bit and start over

 

When the pain gets too hard to bear,

The carefully placed stitches pop loose,

Just let it crumble a bit and start over—

Picking up the pieces, flying, singing, and dancing.

 

The carefully placed stitches pop loose,

But one day you’ll find it doesn’t hurt so badly

Picking up the pieces, flying, singing, and dancing.

All that’s left are beautiful scars

 

But one day you’ll find it doesn’t hurt so badly.

You give wings to your heart and teach it how to fly again.

All that’s left are beautiful scars.

What you do when your heart is broken.

 


 

Trapped

She’s trapped in a perfect world

of plenty of food and a loving mother,

of warm beds and presents on Christmas,

of good grades and friends always near.

She’s trapped in a perfect world

where frowns rarely appear,

where fights don’t occur,

where families love each other.

She’s trapped in a perfect world-

a snowglobe world is where

she is- trapped.

The plastic snowflakes fall

on the plastic people and

she’s beating on the glass-

begging to be set free.

From the prejudices,

the lies, and the fake people.

To be seen for what she is-

imperfect.

 

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