In the city of hair
In the city of hair, the streets long and hairy some are
rough and smelly, black or blond even brown buildings the water
of hair soft and frizzy no brush, no comb cats and dogs run
alone city of hair where people belong.
The vibrant halls I walk down every day of the week.
the leftover rotten grapes my sister don’t eat.
The wonderful flowers I sometimes see on the square.
the smell of the purple soap I use when I shower at
my house. the stinky football jerseys after a win against
another team. the type of egg that I never get at the
veggie market. only few can see emotion through purple.
As I was walking through the forest, I could taste
the morning mist on the tip of my tongue. The
smell in the air was refreshing. As the wind
blew I felt a chill run through me.
If I Swallowed a Forest Fire
When I swallowed a forest fire
I got a major heartburn
It tasted like very burnt toast
I now get to breathe fire out
It smelled like a very bitter
The sizzling sound is within my body
I was riding my bike at
a dirt bike park and
I eat the dirt when
I fell my bike
and I touched the
dirt when I got up then
I smelled the dust when
I patted myself off the
dirt tasted nasty and it had a
rocky like taste to it not a
very good taste in your mouth
Washington County Juvenile Detention Center
Dates of Visit: November 7 – 8, 2017
Faculty Sponsor: Jeane Mack and Joshua Moody
Appx. Number Students Served: 7
Visiting Writers: Sara Ramey, Vicente Yepez