Teen Poetry Collections

The First and Last Day I Saw My Dad

by a young man, age 17

I remember going on the bus, alone.
When we pulled up to the prison gates,
I was scared.
We got to the visitation office, and I see
This big ol’ Native
In a caged room –
My dad.
He told me:
This ain’t no place for a real man,
Then asked me to never visit him again.
So I didn’t.
I knew what he meant.
When you’re locked up
You can’t take care of your family,
In a legit way,
Like a real man.