Teen Poetry Collections

The Story of a Cell

by a young man, age 15

You can tell how many times it’s been repainted
see who’s been there by all the tagging.
It gets cold in the night
and hot in the day.
Under the beds you can tell there’s been bloody messes
fights, horrors.
They have a savage side.
The spiders and the flies fighting.

You can’t really get a lot from a cell.

The courtroom cells are like their cousins.
You can tell how many different group members
have been in there.
I saw one date that was from ’85.
The doors are wood with wire screens.