Best Kicked Out Poems
Up and down, up and down, up and down
I don’t know if I have any more energy for
Up and down
If the line would flatten
I could finally rest
A masked woman wearing scrubs
Fights my inclination for slumber
But, sleep equals peace
My lungs and head droop
Alarms blare
I hear mumbled words
Something about rousing my oxygen levels
I breathe the shape of a box
A trick learned from a Seal
It works as prescribed
Briefly
But, also adds weights to my eyes
The black beckons
More voices
Persuading
For a return to deep inhalations
Inspiration illuminates and
Instead
I sing
Laughter and confusion
They believe they are witnessing another
Drug induced performance
However,
I
Am
Lucid
They don’t understand
I’ve dwelt in darkness
Many times before
I’ve tried to disappear
Into its obscurity but,
For reasons yet revealed
Someone
Keeps shining a spotlight
On me
On everybody
So, I croon
Only a few notes initially
My oxygen spikes
Astonishment
Giggling turns into song requests
A Frank Sinatra classic was my first
Fully awake
Stability
With challenges
Ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs
I’m so tired
Nevertheless,
I’m on stage
The spotlight shines and
The traditional theatrical battle cry insists
The show must go on
The symbol delta means change
Monroe, LA was the kickoff place
For Delta Airlines and Monroe, LA
Kicked it off to Atlanta, GA. Isn't
That deranged? And we wonder
Why we never had and/or lost
Economic growth.
Well in 1942, before I was born,
The people of Monroe told Delta,
So long goodbye take a long flight,
To Atlanta, GA. Well that is what
Monroe,LA does to potential workers,
So long farewell, go to Dallas, TX,
Houston, TX, Atlanta, GA, and other
Parts of the country or the state.
1942 marks the beginning of shame
To this city's name. They kicked out
Delta, me, classmates, and family,
Because they don't want change,
And keep most people in leadership
Here who are backwards, selfish,
And don't want change.
They kicked out Delta because
They don't want Monroe to grow.
Now the economy goes from
Sluggish to not moving anymore
Because they kicked Delta
Along with me and many other
Clean out the door.
wrote 12-5-10
Rain pours,
Thunder snores,
Hail comes pelting down.
Sheets of water,
Everywhere.
I feel like I may drown.
Running through,
Deserted parks,
Looking for somewhere to stay.
A lightning strike,
Like a spike of light,
Causing the night to fray.
Finding a roof,
Solid as rock,
Relief comes flooding in.
A place to stay,
At least till day.
My energy is running thin.
I’m only fourteen,
No where to live,
Whatever shall I do?
I’ll find a way,
Let my sorrow decay,
And start out my life anew.
‘Twas yesterday,
My mum led astray,
By rumours that burnt on pure sin,
She kicked me out,
Of our little old house,
All my years which I’d spent within.
“Oh why, Why me?”
I say with a sigh.
As tears begin to form.
Mum, I miss you.
I won’t let you down.
I start right after this storm.
It’s not my fault, how could I know
That wanting to be just me was not the way to go?
Just can’t believe that’s why they kicked me out
Too many rules and regulations in this house!
Sixteen years and still they can’t accept who I really am
School wasn’t easy, either – too many bullies in the ‘hood
Choosing to pass on recess time to finish my essay
Was too much for the others, they called me names
Said I wasn’t normal coz who wants to stay in class and write
When they could be out there playing ball or having a fight?
Man, it’s getting more than I can take!
No place warm to sleep and I don’t wanna stay awake.
Kicked out with no place I can go
I thought that I could hack it tho’
But man, it ain’t easy being different in this place
Ain’t easy always being told that I’m a damned disgrace.
The neighbours think I’m still at home
They don’t know I got kicked out
And now I’m all alone
When they find out, I’d like to see their faces
Kicked out for wanting to be just who I am
Do they see my bruises; do they even give a damn?
Grow up, drop out, come out - kicked out!
Natural progression for a kid like me
But I thought Mom at least would see
Dad’s a different story – grow up, be a man
He’d say. Don’t stand like that, don’t walk that way
Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
But they don’t know the way I feel inside
Can’t help these thoughts they say I need to hide
How can a kid pretend it’s cool to be this way?
How can a black kid say he’s white or admit to being gay?
The art substitute teacher kicked ten of the seventeen sixth graders out.
The principal was beside herself. She brought four of them to me.
Could you play a game with them or something?
These four were not kicked out.
They are usually such clowns, the teacher didn’t even “try them” with a sub.
I played three or four games with them. We had a lot of fun.
So much fun they brought me two more sixth graders.
During this game playing one of them informed me of this:
“We plan to get kicked out of music on Friday so we can come back.”
Friday might be a problem. We are using the library today.
Because the librarian only comes on Thursday and Friday.
Obviously, we cannot use it on these days.
My office only fits about two people, me and a pencil.
I rack my brain trying to figure out how I can fix this.
So I got kicked out
Of the store
And I wanna go in
But I can’t
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