Almost forgot to post my favorite poem! It qualifies for reasons other than stylistic, which I’ll explain at the end.
by Nicole G.
My hands leave my side and reach for yours,
Only to find myself grabbing the past –
Painful, rough, emotional.
Where is the soft, smooth, gentle skin
My hands long to touch?
The hands that gloved mine
During the chilling circulations
Of snow and wind, and wintertime?
The hands that brought me
Seashells with sincerity found
Beside the summer’s blue beaches?
The hands that helped me
Gather leaves without hesitation
As autumn came to an end?
Those fingers that wiped away
My tears and sadness altogether,
With arms that took away the pain?
The mind that taught me about love, hate, and life?
The heart that let me feel all the emotions in the world?
But those hands –
The hands that stole my heart,
Leaving fingerprints all over my life.
Nicole was my student in juvenile detention, which is why I can’t identify her. The poem is about her mother, who died when Nicole was in elementary school. I met her when she was 14 and locked up for prostitution for the first time. She was 17 when she wrote this poem, and I was shocked. The girl could not write an essay to save her life! Her incarceration this time around was different, though. She was in protective custody.
Nicole was living with a gang member and had a 1-yr-old child by him. They were at war with a rival gang, who killed a member of Nicole’s boyfriend’s crew. While they went looking for revenge, the other gang broke into the house and raped Nicole. It was a trap. They appeared to leave, but when she called her BF and the gang came rushing back to the house, the other crew ambushed them and killed everyone. The police found Nicole and her baby in the house.
Just another day in juvenile detention. Hope I didn’t kill the thread!