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{November 30, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #30

Yellow

Wow, yellow born from birth like a skeleton of golden-yellow. Yellow smooth like round space plates circle after circle white – yellow shines through, wow… amazing view from a corner of yellow–brown wood come through and escapes, that was once yours. Yellow come through pleas,  scared and dangerous. Yellow you are now home, black eye and wide lips, you are now home. Dream, dream yellow like the sun around blue skies. Dream, yes, yellow the kind, sweet, and humble life of a book that Patricia Lee Lewis wrote. How beautiful this book is, smells of yellow flowers and sweet pounding emotion and kind words.

Jasmine Colon-Thomas

Care Center Student

 

 

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This poem was inspired by Patricia Lee Lewis, who came to The Care Center in November and read from her book, “A Kind of Yellow.”

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{November 26, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #26

If only my heart turned blue

Blue like the amicable sky

If only my eyes turned grey

So grey when it’s going to rain

If only my lips turned pink

Pink like a rabbit’s nose

If only my tears turned black

Black like a midnight sky

If only my cheeks turned red

Red like my heart

Pumping, pumping.

by Elisa Rodriguez

Care Center Student

Elisa Rodriguez is a young mom and a student at The Care Center, where she is studying for her GED.

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{November 24, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #24

What I Do Remember!

What I do remember is dark clouds and no stars, highways long but thin and straight.

What I do remember: many cars beeping and rushing, zooming down the highway to get home to their families, my mom yelling at me, telling me: no boyfriend. I started to cry .

What I do remember: my mom punching me in my face, bruising my eye. Kicked me out of the car, almost falling over the railing near the highway. My face eats the grass and dirt.

What I don’t remember is if I got home or if my mom cursed at me in the car.

What I don’t remember at all is breaking up with my boyfriend that night, or if he called me.

What I don’t remember is my god-sister telling my mom I had one or if my mom already knew.

What I don’t remember at all is if my dad was home or my brothers or sister or if it was a weekday or weekend.

by Jasmine Colon-Thomas

Care Center Student

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{November 20, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #20
    New Word

Mom making plans
Planning dates
Buying tickets
Leaving our house
Staying with my aunt till the big day came
Packing our clothes
Taking a plane on the new moon to the United States
Getting to the United States on a cold day
New house, neighborhood, and language
I don’t remember the way we drove to get to the house.
I don’t remember the first word that I said.

by Dalisa Saldaña

Care Center Student

New Moon Landing

(Photo credit: Avital Pinnick)

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{November 6, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #6

The Edge of Space

 

Our instinct to look up

turned upside down

when through the camera

we saw the slide

out of the balloon-suspended

capsule, then the awkward,

fragile standing up—

Bambi taking his first steps

on Dumbo’s thick legs—

and then looked down

past the boot toes on the little ledge

at ourselves, enclouded

and rich with color.

Through the earpiece

we heard the all-clear

then saw the boots leave

the platform, gloves

in peripheral view

as we belly-flopped forward

then tumbled end

over end for thousands upon

thousands of feet.

A miracle: we were able

when we dove

into ourselves

to stop the dizzying flips

right ourselves

and fly right

pop the safety chute

and land on our feet.

Anita Gallers

11/6/12

Anita Gallers is a faculty member at The Care Center.

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