School/Facility: Salt Lake Valley Detention Center Teaching Artist: Bonnie Shaw Poet: C.R.
POEM TITLE: Furious
I feel the heat in my body like I am bathed in sun.
Palms sweaty. Muscles tensed. Tears well up.
I won’t let them run.
My face red, the flames of fire, angry thoughts screaming louder than the screeching of a vulture over a traveler’s carcass.
I look for a way to escape the flames, but I am trapped in a box.
Punching white walls as jagged as rocks, my knuckles bleed.
I want to shout behind the green door that won’t let me out.
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie – to me they’re all the same. I feel more like the number on my file than my real name. When I speak to my father, I leave ashamed. I try to do my best but anger, stress, sadness are hidden in my chest, heart, soul.
Group homes, proctor care, secure facilities hanging over my head like a
knife swinging from a rope.