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The Youngest
June 13, 2019
My family and I sit ‘round a table;
To be part of discussion I’m unable.
Hands wave in the air with utter passion,
Mouths gab and gulp in the finest fashion.
I open my lips to try to speak with no sound,
But a strong, present voice is nowhere to be found.
My throat itches to put thought into word,
My heart is beating, longing to be heard.
I grasp my chest to stop it exploding,
My shores of patience slowly eroding.
I am climbing a ladder with no rungs.
I stand and belt from the top of my lungs.
© Kellie K., Milford, OH
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This piece's form is inspired by "Aunt Jennifer's Tigers" by Adrienne Rich. When thinking of what to write my poem about, I looked back upon my childhood and what I remember feeling. That is not to say that I only felt this way, but it is one aspect of my childhood that has impacted me the most.