Poetry Is a Mirror











{November 29, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #29

Only God Knows

Responsible loving mother
Carefree deadbeat father
Hate, Stress, tears,
Fatherless innocent child, growing learning noticing
Abandonment, neglecting, emptiness.

Tatyanna Wilkerson

Care Center Student

 

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{November 28, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #28

GUILTY

 I can picture the magic of movement surrounding me.

My thoughts freeze.

And there they are, my problems suspended in air, hanging from a yarn, ready to fall over me, laughing, changing shapes, getting me dizzy, drunk and wasted with useless solutions.

Bouncing me on the edge of falling. So delicate, so slow, trapped in gravity; Tied to thinking.

The background tick-tock stopped.

 No rush, no worries.

Take the scissors and cut the strings.

Drop the consequences.

Because anyway, the charge, it’s always on me.

by Kimberly Chambers

Care Center Student

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{November 27, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #27

 You Are My Sun

 

My heart has multiple feelings

Hanging inside my body.

The light of my soul floats

Inside my blood, making

Me reflect about my son.

I feel I am losing his love.

 

 

by Kim Pagan

Care Center Student

 

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{November 25, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #25

This Lady

This lady cares for me

This lady loves me

This lady is far from me

This lady is there for me

This lady has a past with me

This lady has a present with me

This lady tries to do everything

This lady is too old to do many things

This lady is sick

This lady is slim

This lady is 4’8” inch tall

This lady is too small

This lady is always right

This lady is loved

But this lady doesn’t want to live with me

This lady that I will never stop loving

Is my grandmother.

by Jennifer Correa

Care Center Student

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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 23, 2012}   30 Poems in November:Poem #23

Escaping from the Black

Black is the emptiness I have inside.

Black is the pain I have in my broken heart.

Black is the loneliness of my life.

Black is the tears that go down my cheeks.

Black is the confusion that I have with my life.

Black is the room I sleep in at night where I let everything out.

Black is the blindfold that I have on my eyes,

That doesn’t let me escape from my suffering.

Black is what I see when I forgive over and over again

And no change.

Jailenne Perez

Care Center Student

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{November 22, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #22

Queridos

Querido Holyoke, por qué tanta violencia.

Querido Holyoke, por qué tanto sufrimiento.

Querido Holyoke, por qué tanta criminalidad.

Querido Holyoke, cuando Habra paz en mi querido Holyoke.

 

Querido Cataño, esas bellas decoraciones

Qué al llegar la noche la ilumina.

Querido Cataño, esa bella playa enriquesida de sal.

Querido Cataño, ese sonido caribeño y sabroso qué solo

Escucharlo te hace mover todo el cuerpo .

Querido Cataño cuanto lo extraño.

by Kim Pagan

Care Center Student
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{November 21, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #21

My 72 Hours of Labor

All I saw were doctors in and out of my room.

All I saw were tears rolling down my family and friends’ faces.

I was half dead but only heard voices.

I felt scared, anxious, threatened, and frustrated within my body.

I felt as if I could no longer keep strong.

I don’t remember the looks on my family’s faces.

I don’t remember the mood in my room.

I don’t remember the things I was being told, the people that were left in my room at that point.

I don’t remember the moment when my eyes just gave up on me and

I couldn’t see anything but pitch black.

by Crystal Concepcion

Crystal, a student at The Care Center, is a young mother with one child.

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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 18, 2012}   30 Poems in November: Poem #18

Oh no, oh no, oh no

 

You gotta be kidding me

 

I look up from the postitive pregnancy

test to look in the mirror to find a

tear in my eye and a smile on my face

I can feel my heart start to slow

down like a hibernating bear. My legs

begin to wobble like a newborn calf

trying to walk for the first time.

I hear a knock on the door.

 

Oh no, oh no, oh no

by Shanée Medina

Care Center Student

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et cetera