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The Youngest

June 13, 2019
By ellaspitz BRONZE, Cambridge, Massachusetts
ellaspitz BRONZE, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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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.


The author's comments:

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. 


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