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The Place I'm In

July 10, 2009
By Portia16 BRONZE, Farmdale, Ohio
Portia16 BRONZE, Farmdale, Ohio
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These walls around me hold nothing but hurt and pain
It seems in this chamber there is very little to gain
My door was shut a long time ago
Now I’m stuck as my own self show
All alone I stand with only a place to sleep
No blanket or mattress, just a sheet
I've lived this way for a while
It's hard even trying to smile
I pray every night that I will get out of this room
Closer and closer comes to me my doom
"Somebody help me" is what I scream at my door
But nobody hears me because I’m the only one on my floor
The very one left who can help myself is me
I must wake up to realize and see
That life is not so bad
And that I shouldn't stay so sad
One day I will be free to get out
I’m a jailbird but soon enough ill shout
The bars that hold me will someday open
And I’ll be handed a much better token
As long as I’m doing my time
Ill never truly be able to shine
This cell holds a soul dying to know when
I will be able to leave the place I’m in
Until that time sitting here is best
Then again i can be my own pest
My skills are slipping away while I’m waiting
Away it goes, slowly my life is fading
I talk to myself to pass the days
The minutes are like hours going by like a phase
Nobody to visit me, so I am really all alone
The only time i feel safe is when I talk on the phone
The reason I’m in such a place?
I became violent when someone cast slurs on my race

The author's comments:
This Poem I wrote was inspired by the racism i deal with everyday at school. Being the only black student in the whole highschool I feel like i should be the person in the poem but in my mind the person in the poem is me. all though ive never been to jail or even hurt one of those people at school 4 the things they have said to me

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on Sep. 26 2009 at 11:01 pm
Precious BRONZE, Troy, Michigan
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This is a deep poem. I personally do not know what it feels like to be the only black person but I do know what it feels like to be the smaller minority, and in my elementary school I was always the only black person in each class. This poem speaks to me though because they make us feel like statistics. Read my poem "Our Generation," it touches on some of our stereotypes.

P.S. ~ the last line was my favorite :)

iwantcoconow said...
on Sep. 24 2009 at 11:41 pm
iwantcoconow, Bronx,ny, New York
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wow that deep i love your poem it great!!! I also whaen to a school that I was the only black girl there and they caat slurs on my race I know what it feels like but anyway your poem is wonderful I LIKE how it flows