Thinking About Ourselves

I Am a Box of Hair Dye

I am a box of hair dye —

Blue or green, yellow and orange

And even pink

I vary like the rainbow

In every shade and tint

I can correlate with the moods I feel

And express myself openly

But mostly I like to change

I don’t like to stick with the one way

I want variety

There is a part

Of everyone

That likes to be different in the crowd

No one likes to be ordinary

But there are so many people that are afraid to change

I think it is a sorry excuse

To stay alone.

- L.

 

I Am a Silent Watcher

I am a silent watcher

I see

I know

I love

I am a songbird

I call my lost love home

- J.

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If I Were a Pair of Shoes

If I were a pair of shoes,

Those fancy ones you have so many of,

You would treat me with respect

You would care for me

Handle me delicately

You would admire me every day

And try to keep me in good condition

You would want me to last a long time

But I’m just the stupid girl

You don’t want anymore.

- R.

 

I Am the Brother Sun

I am the brother sun

With special care and free spirit

You can run with the pack

And with this knowledge

Listen to Tom Petty

And start free falling-

The sky’s the limit.

- T.

 

I’m a Bum

I’m a bum made of scum

I’ll beg for money for beer or drugs

I’ll sleep in a trash can

Like Oscar the Grouch

I piss behind stores without —

Oh shit!

It’s the chainsaw man

He’s come to kill--

Oh bloody —

I’m locked in a cell deep in hell.

- G.

Who Am I?

I am a lonely, lost girl

I will tell you this:

I think of dying in the most thrilling way.

Who am I?

I am friendly and sweet.

You can see me in the things I do.

I do what I can for others,

Even if we don’t ever meet.

But I am more that what I do.

I am lost at times.

How do I know who I am?

Many have told me this:

I don’t lie

I am sweet, as many say.

I have also learned

I can be trouble in the worst way.

Who am I?

I am the unexpected.

I am just me.

- S.

Who am I?

I will tell you this:

I’m a girl in a crazy, mixed-up world.

Who from time to time

Doesn’t know what do with myself.

Who am I?

You can see me in the things I do:

I help others when I can,

I’m shy around people

When we meet for the first time

I’m friendly and sweet.

But I am more than what I do.

I’m a person with feelings.

I am a friend to my siblings

I listen to people when they need it

Many have told me I am a loyal friend and sister.

I wouldn’t hurt a fly,

Unless it pissed me off.

Who am I?

I am who I am,

And nobody can tell me different.

- N.

My Name

My name is Lindsey

It means creative, inspired, colorful

It is like a strong vibrant feeling

Full of enthusiasm

And extreme energy of life.

It is a burst of laughter

It is the memory of a true friend

Who taught me about the inner me.

My name is Lindsey

It means the color of life.

- L.

My Name

My name is deceiving

Normal

Average

Dull

It means nothing

It is like darkness and chaos.

It is part of a lost life

A life never lived

It is the memory of a girl unaware of her beauty and potential

Who taught me strength, love

And the meaning of poetry

My name is distressing

Horrid

Disgusting

It means darkness and chaos

And all that is wrong.

- K.

My Name

When my name is John

I use the potty

When my name is Tyson

I'm silly

When my name is Dick

I'm horney

When my name is Bo

I'm country

When my name is Psycho

I try to prove people right

When my name is Speed Racer

I like to go fast

When my name is Loser

Well, I am one.

- T.

Fear of the Light

What would make me happy

Is to be born again-

rejuvenate my energy

Find out what truly gave me

The strength and courage to move on.

My power against the vultures

Who feed off suffering

Is to know that I am still alive,

My voice is still here,

And I will continue to try.

I Remember

I remember my hockey puck

Hit me in the head

I remember by nose bled,

I remember my brother punched me in the lip.

And I remember this guy named Kip.

I Remember

I remember when I was hung from the balcony by one foot.

I remember when I pretended to write letters to my family.

I remember being the outcast.

I remember the silent corners of the classroom.

I remember my attempt to jump out a window.

I remember a stranger waking me in my sleep.

I remember all those who taunted me.

I remember my first kiss.

I remember even the things I miss.

I remember meeting my dad.

I remember all the times I was bad.

I remember the times I cried,

Or even lied.

I remember being high

I remember my life, even as the times go by.