“I created myself”


A community poem by the students in period 8 at TYWLS, Queens. 

“The Creation”

Sometimes I feel like

I created myself
looking out the window and into
the sky, rain coming through
my eyes like glass. Still, I am
like a butterfly, free, living life. My eyes
are the eyes of a beast.

I created myself
the stars that run through me
as artistic as the sky,
frozen like my past,
pretty, like a piece of glass.
I try to smile, but they
shine through it.

I created myself
this heart of shimmering
gold, this personality  
as quiet as a
beetle, this barrier between
warm and

And sometimes I feel like
I created this life, a
never-ending re-run of
corny TV shows.

I want to fix
the world, but my mind is
shattered. (ALL)
The world is so quick to
judge a book by its
cover, to treat me like a
stranger, when I need
it the most.

It’s dark eyes
a void of questions and
fighting that determines

I want to wail out
like prey,
but, no,
I’m the lion
I’m not to be played
with, protecting
my cubs.

Did I create this
love masked as hate?

Like an animal in
a dead bird in a
deep black hole?
too many unanswered questions.

Am I the one made
to look like a joke?

Sometimes life
makes me forget

But I created myself

and I
deserve to be
a girl
with a
good heart
as beautiful as a beast.
Who says a beast has to be ugly?

I remember that
I created this life
where time is
free and I inhale and
sweet hope goes into
my system.

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"Where I'm From"

Student poems and self-potraits reflecting on the questions, “What does home mean to us?” “What physical objects, smells, tastes, sounds, or images remind us of home?” “How can we celebrate our memories by expressing them through writing and art?”