La Ciudad This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

<i>“No!”</i>
The word; the savage removal of silence,
With ragged edges sketching the contours of where it previously reclined.
A thump of youth, capped by the foam of rebellion.
Trapped below the crust for all this time,
I am finally resisting—<i>am I</i> finally <i>resisting?</i>
Too long, my voice has lain dormant in my gut, as an unused wad of speech.
But now—am I not so vacant, here in my flesh?
Am I found? Am I coming undone?
The flakes of my porcelain shell shattering, revealing the colors inside,
The girl I mean to be thrusts herself forward.
Am I yellow? Am I clear? Am I <i>bursting? </i>
Am I what I always imagined I would be?

I have dreams like the earth has oceans,
That’s the life I chose.
Build higher walls, if you wish.
But we are leaving the city tonight—
And these are the last words.





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Mgymnast This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 30, 2011 at 5:32 pm

great poem! la ciudad= city! haha!

only thing i saw was some random letters and stuff got in your poem some how!! but great job and again great poem!!

also, if you get the chance could you take a look at my some of my poems such as A Mirror Image and The Sinners Confession (and comment and rate them????)  it would be greatly appreciated!! THANKS!

 
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