Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Death – A Teen Poem

Posted on April 25th, 2012 by Anna in Events, Programs

This is a black out poem written by Anonymous from one of our poetry workshops last week.

















Friday is Day Of Silence

Posted on April 19th, 2012 by Anna in Events, News, Programs, Teen Services


Day of Silence is a youth movement protesting the silence caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. 

 By keeping silent for the day, you are fighting these injustices.

 What are YOU doing to end the silence?

 Come to the Teen Room at the Central Library to sign our banner with messages of hope, love, and encouragement. Show your support by wearing a DOS sticker as well. The two teen librarians, Mary and Anna will be participating in the day by staying silent on and off all day. While one is silent, the other will be available to answer questions and help patrons find the books and information they need. Then they will switch. Consider joining them in their effort to stand with the silent.

The following poem was written today for our Catharsis Through Poetry workshop while thinking about Day of Silence. It was written by an LGBTQ ally who wishes to remain anonymous.

“Love Who You Love”


It happens everyday.

Must I wear this

Rainbow shirt

To show I care?

Can’t we all

Just get along?

You can’t tell me

Who I am

Who to love.

Am I man?

Am I woman?

Or something


Do I love her?



Does it matter?


Love who you love.

Be who you are.


*Hän is a gender neutral pronoun in Finnish.

Response on Domestic Abuse – A Teen Poem

Posted on April 19th, 2012 by Anna in Events, Programs

Here is another poem written for yesterday’s “Words In Hand” poetry workshop. This is written by Brianna at the Central Library. It started out as Black Out poetry, where she blacked out the words she didn’t want from a newspaper article, but it quickly turned itself into Found Poetry as she pulled the words out, wrote them down, and added a slew of her own words. Check it out, this is one poem on domestic violence you don’t want to miss!

Response on Domestic Abuse, Without the Fame and Fortune

It has been approximately one and a half years, 18 months, 540 days,  Since I have been with my


 Every second of it took my breath away whenever his hands were trying to prevent it from

 Getting anywhere.

I always thought that he wouldn’t hurt a fly just by looking into his hands, while every trade

 Mark showed that he was god’s reborn son.

My love grew founder for him when his eyes looked like it was god’s imagery. His face was so

 Perfect that it looked like he was god’s favorite son.


But the text message from other women felt like his only plans came from his desire to

 Touch without love.

It seemed like he was living in his fantasy, which left me in the cold that ended us in a devils


 It was as if he loved from below his waist instead of inside his chest.

 It was like his hits meant I love you and his saliva on my face meant I will always be here for

You and I am going to beat the “f” out of you when you get home.


I felt like if I told the police when they arrived on the scene, they would care about women

Telling them she was physically assaulted by her husband, Donald Pillsbury.

But I guess since I am women who lacks Rihanna’s international profile, I get less attitude and

 Less outrage.

Since Rihanna gets lots of tender and care from a person she never seen in her life that is on her

 fan list.

But I don’t understand, how come my scares don’t matter to you.  How come majority pushes

I out the way and celebs get a tender help and hand.

As if my scares are another scum on the wall and Rihanna’s scares are so horrible that can cause

world war two.

But do I have to have rihanna glamour or her fortune to get a hug from people who have gods



A boyfriend named Christopher Brown and a name like Robyn Rihanna Fenty to get attention

 and awareness from people who are clones and slaves in popularity’s fields.

 Sexual lyrics in my songs so horny men can save me by what’s under their waist.

No!!! I am a woman that desires respect and justice.

Women that desires care from a police men that is supposed to be doing his or her job.


Domestic violence affects “young, old, rich, poor, urban, saburban, every race, every sexual

Orientation, regardless of income and education.

So I will be damned if I get told by a police that my situation doesn’t matter because I am not a


But it took me two and a half years, 18 months and 540 days to realize that my boyfriend was


And I will be damned if I get stomped on by feet that is that leads only the heart for the


The Rose That Grew From Concrete – Tupac

Posted on April 5th, 2011 by bplteenintern in Books

There is a lot of asphalt and concrete in downtown Boston. But seeing the leaves in the very beginning stages of budding always makes me optimistic that spring will eventually wind its way here. Today the weather is just warm enough to convince me we’ll be seeing green soon, even though we may think it’s still just out of reach.

More than ten years after his death, the life and work of Tupac Shakur still resonate with his fans. Primarily remembered as a rapper, he was also a poet. The poem that provided for the title of his published poetry collection follows below.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Did u hear about the rose that grew from a crack

in the concrete

Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned 2 walk

without having feet.

Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams

it learned 2 breathe fresh air

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared!


I love the image of a rose pushing its way through the solid mass of a sidewalk, finding any slight chance to reach the surface. One of the things Tupac might have been trying to say with this poem was that even though the odds may seem stacked against you, its possible to succeed in what you want. What do you think? If you liked this poem, check out more by the poet here.

April Snow Showers bring… Poetry!

Posted on April 2nd, 2011 by bplteenintern in Books

I’d like to begin by saying, ‘Hello!’ I’m Maggie, and I’m a new intern at the Teen Room in Copley. I’ll be hanging out Tuesdays and Fridays, so if you’re in the room, you’ll definitely see me helping out where I can.

Since April is National Poetry Month, it seems like now is an appropriate time to share some poems, new and old, that for one reason or another, are Awesome. We’re going to start off with a suggestion by one teen, Alex. And so, I present to you Still I Rise, by the wonderful poet Maya Angelou.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

The power in those words, huh?! Incredible. My favorite line is “with the certainty of tides.” I love the idea that the speaker’s willpower is a force of nature just like the tide. If you like this, feel free to check out other poetry of Angelou’s here. And if you have a favorite poem, leave a comment so we can post it later this month.