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Shaila Silva Poem
Isolated, in the corner you sit alone.
While others speak to a friend of their own.
You look longingly into the distance,
wishing someone would notice your existence.
Isolated, in the corner you sit alone.
Wait... you see someone coming your way.
Could today be the day,
the day you make a friend?
The one that will be there until the end?
Isolated, in the corner you sit alone.
No, that was anything but the truth.
The person was looking for a girl named Ruth.
As they walked away,
you look down and say,
"Why must I be so secluded?"
That's when you concluded,
people find you weird.
They feared your appearance,
but they fail to realize, your human too.
Isolated, in the corner you sit alone.
But what could you do?
Nothing but sit alone,
without a friend of your own.
As you look longingly into distance,
wishing, wanting, someone to notice your existence.
Isolated, in the corner you sit alone.
-Shaila Silva
Copyright © Shaila Silva | Year Posted 2015
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Shaila Silva Poem
The teacher said,
Go home and write
a poem tonight
And let that poem come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
I wish it were that simple.
I am merely a sixteen year old, born in a world where rich get richer
and the poor get poorer, or just get stuck right in the middle.
Wake up, and first thing I think, what can I do to not bring down my parents hopes.
Get ready for school and dream up a dream that may never come true,
bringing down and crushing all my reveries.
Go to school, walk up those steps and try to make a difference.
Walk down those steps talking down to myself
Then walking up those steps that lead to my home.
Putting on a fake smile, when in reality all you feel is down.
It’s hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake
at the age where all you want to do is bend and break.
I feel and see and hear, teenagers, I hear you.
But can you hear me? Hear me the way I hear you?
(I hear adults too,) Hear the way I scream in anguish?
Because I see you languish.
I like a lot of things.
I like being alone or being with friends.
I also like to read, learn, sing, and ponder about the upcoming.
I know it’s kind of puzzling.
But it doesn’t matter what I like.
for what I need is a career.
I know what I need, but it’s something I fear.
We are not the same, you and I.
I go to a school, just like you did.
In fact you work there, at Morton West.
The teachers there are pretty nice,
but they expect you to know what you want to do with your life.
It makes my head spin out of control,
wondering what I should do.
Drop out of school like some of the students do?
Fall down under all the weight of stereotypes?
Or rise up above these cliches?
You have never had to do this, for you are part of the majority.
And all I am is a minority.
But the majority of the school is part of the minority.
But maybe you do understand, for you were once this age.
This is my poem for English 4.
Inspired by Langston Hughes. Also an assignment my teacher made me do.
Copyright © Shaila Silva | Year Posted 2016
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Shaila Silva Poem
Today is no different than the others.
Held hostage by my own thoughts.
Every day is as uneventful as the others.
‘But today will be different!’
‘Lets try harder today!’
As much as I need positivity,
Nothing seems to work.
Keeping negative thoughts at bay is impossible.
‘Does anyone really care?’
‘Am I really letting my negative thoughts win?’
Yes, because today is no different than the others.
Another poem my teacher had me write.
Copyright © Shaila Silva | Year Posted 2016
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