Teen Poetry Collections


 by a young woman in juvenile detention, age 15

I’ve had a lot of deaths in my life

My great grandmother
the smell of roses, like her perfume,
like grandmothers do

My sister
 her big grin, like when she pranked me,
a smile as big as the sun

My uncle
he lived everyday like he was going to die the next

My cousin
a big, blue sombrero,
joking that she would join a Mariachi band

My mom
the best bear hug ever, she was a pro-wrestler,
she wouldn’t let you go
and I haven’t let her go

If I were to paint a picture with all my deaths,
it would be a picture of world peace,
the earth with all of them
holding hands in a circle around it