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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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The Night Children Beware the Night Children small bodies that clatter and clang through the streets, the Night Children are made from the metal they burned in Behold the Night Children innocent things the Money Men captured and made into machines But avoid the Night Children who will beat you with their covetous metal arms and kick you with their iron legs Because the Night Children are envious of you You take the metal of which their bodies are made They have been fed to the world and the world has fed you Believe that the Night Children are scared The Night Children do not want to hurt you They do not want to smell like fuel, but roses and they are afraid of becoming a statue of rust as A Night Child cannot play in the rain The Night Children miss their toys and friends who have forgotten them But the Night Children keep working Turning their own dials Cranking their own levers Unlike you, the Night Children do not grow up Be taken by the Night Children Grow lead in your muscles Let your veins flow with black engine grease let it weigh your shoulders down Become one of the Night Children So please Help the Night Children But know they can’t help you. The Mirror Children A man sneers at a Mirror Child And he walks away The Mirror Child breaks a little B ut he doesn’t see it The Mirror Children are made from the same glass that hangs above your bathroom sink They are more fragile than a flower stem Yet they’ll never understand why The Mirror Children wonder if they will ever repair their fissures They see the bigger mirrors that shouldn’t even be called such They’re too shattered, too scattered The Mirror Children must be careful They can’t have darkness shroud in around them If they crack, they might break and No one wants a broken mirror So the Mirror Children pretend that their fractures are not there Is it bad luck? Asks the Mirror Child As they cannot become a bag of broken glass You tell them no You tell them that everyone has cracks You tell them even you have a long earthquake fault down your own mirror But it went away a few years ago The Mirror Children smile a jagged one of glass and say They do not want to be themselves anymore Not a Mirror Child but A pond A pond reflects beauty and nurtures life And the best thing is A pond cannot break. The Golden Children Do they look pretty? The Golden Child asks Will you tell them that they are pretty? The Golden Children are not like regular children They are full of character and talent They are lucky to be here Do they look pretty? The Golden Children are the prettiest in all the world and everyone loves them They are products to be bought and invested in But they have to be loved If they go outside they do not feel the sun But the heat of the world They melt so easily under the tall blue lights that become their sun If they melt away enough, the world will see that underneath they are not Golden Children It is only a thin layer of paint that they wear Some of them try to inject it inside But it doesn’t go in Because if the Golden Children are unbeautiful No one will love them The Golden Children are told they are Mud Children underneath So they are painted and preened by the Men And the Women are jealous of them Of the way the Men look at the Golden Children and not at them A Golden Child wants nothing but to be a Mud Child Mud is soft, and healthy Nothing about Mud is fake or fraudulent Mud Children know nothing about the Green The Green that encapsulates the Golden Children That makes them Golden The Golden Children are scared Scared that they are not really Mud Children underneath But Children of Cement. Elise Hommez is a rising senior at Suffern High School. Other than speeding through book series’, and painting like her life depends on it, Elise has always loved to write. In the past, Elise has focused primarily on her novel, which includes themes that follow fantasy and fiction. However, she is currently exploring her love of poetry. This collection, Three Children, is her most recent creation. With these depictions of three different types of children, Elise hopes to draw awareness to the plethora of adversities that young children face in the modern world: rich or poor. Comments are closed.
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