Teen Poetry Collections


by Sherie (age 13)

I keep waking up with scratches on my arms,
but I don’t move when I sleep.
I don’t understand it –
maybe like you don’t understand me.

I’m in a weird place in my life.
You can say you love me,
but I don’t feel love
because I’m numb.

I’m numb right now
because of my rape, my sister’s rape,
losing my father, gaining a new friend,
my sister being so far away,
& not being with my brother.

Being locked down has taught me
that being mean & hateful about the world,
& toward my family & my father,
is not how I wanna live my life.

This place that everybody hates
has changed me for the better.
I hope my poem will help you understand me.