Teen Poetry Collections

Going to the Dentist

by a young woman, age 17

The yellow piece of paper that brings up your medicines,
Diagnosis, and things they “need” to know.
I don’t understand why, and it makes me mad.
Had a cleaning, my teeth feel good.
I was trying to be polite and listen to what she was saying,
So I sat there and looked at the butterflies on the ceiling.
I did what I had to do, clean my teeth.