Poetry isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s the rough stuff that makes it so true. And powerful.
It’s become an annual tradition for me to buy a poem during WriteGirl‘s fundraiser, always held in April for National Poetry Month.
This year’s poem is so good; it made me cry.
He drove you forward
to knock you down.
Set you on fire, watched you burn. He made you
She rocked you on her knee
to see if you’d fly.
You never did but she kept going. The wings never grew.
She made you
They watched you fall down, never picked you up. when the time came,
knew you could take the frontline.
They made you a
Everyone helped create your skeleton from the ground up.
Stone and granite frame,
Everyone built you
-Addissyn H,. age 15