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(Be)longing
When I was 8 years old
I wanted to be one of the guys
More than anything
I wanted to belong in their world
Voices deep like grown men’s
A foreign language unknown to me
The sound of boards hitting concrete
made my skin tingle like a sunburn
Just a bunch of guys being physical
Light-headed from too much sun
Out of control and trying to impress
Their bodies a mystery to an 8 year-old
Butterflies dancing in my stomach
and something else
But I was too young to understand
what that feeling meant.
Thanks to the author, Charlie, for letting me share this poem that he wrote back when he was in Middle School. And Check out Charlie's blog!
Monday, April 5, 2010
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13 comments:
Oh my word! He wrote that in middle school? There is a beauty in this poem I am having trouble putting into words. He did it so well.
Absolutely beautiful.
Charlie's blog is amazing! *Charlie* is amazing! and this poem is lovely, even more so when you learn it's written by a middle-school-aged kid.
thanks for posting this, and thanks to Charlie for allowing it to be posted.
I've read this poem on Charlie's blog, which I love. That kid has such a great heart and a sharp mind.
Wow, Charlie! Beautiful poem. Keep writing. You can change the world some day with your words.
A born poet. Really profound.
Victor
This is very touching and found it delightful to read. I love poetry, but never been good at it...
Thank you so much for posting my attempt at poetry, Lee. And thanks for all the sweet comments. This made my day :)
Very wonderful. I love how the feelings come across so strongly: the longing to belong as well as the beginnings of the unknown, yet to be explored.
You are a pro at everything you attempt Charleston. Great job.
Impressive. I met Charlie through you, Lee. Thank you.
Wow - Middle School brilliance. This is great.
I think this is my favorite of the poems you've posted this week, which I'm just getting a chance to read now. Well done. Well done. -- Jeni (twitter.com/jeniw)
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