Our poem of the week is drawn from our quarterly feature of “Inside Out,” an outreach program that brings poets into Detroit area schools to teach at all levels.
by Morgan Evans (Grade 5, River Rouge STEM Academy at Dunn)
My father was a thief.
He stole some stars and put them in my eyes.
My mom is a tree with dark brown leaves.
So dark that they look black.
My skin is a dark brown coal.
My friends are my umbrella on rainy days.
My spirit is a wanderer who is never lost.
My heart is like a cherry blossom getting ready to bloom.
My mind is like a room with sticky
notes on the wall.
My feet are fish trying to
find the ocean.