School/Facility: Wasatch Youth Center
Teaching Artist: Bonnie Shaw
Bricks, I see them every day.
They each have a name.
Cuz none are the same.
Regret. Lies. Selfishness. Shame.
Regret, for the pain I caused,
Lies, for the love I lost,
Selfishness, for the hurt I applaud,
Shame, no Fame, for this life isn’t a freaking Game.
Bricks, they’re solid, yet I hope to break free,
But I can’t have what I cannot see.
From inside my cell I feel pain.
As they say – Without pain, there’s no gain,
Avoiding the situation because I feel the pain,
I hide in the dark,
Away from the arrow that will eventually hit its mark,
Gouge a wound so deep,
It will leave a scar.
Just the way words affect the heart,
But we know where it comes from,
At least that’s a start.
Bricks, they’ll be there till I tear them down,
to rise up, smile and not frown,
Become the king I was meant to be,
And accept the crown.
Fun time is over,
And let it be known,
Waste no time for others who don’t care,
And become the man I want to be,
If I dare . . .