Sammi Ama Poems
What High School Taught Me...
the only boy who wanted me
was older, handsome, and
knew exactly what he was doing when
he smiled and told me that I smelled of strawberries and thunderstorms.
So smart and so certain he would win whatever
game he saw in me
but unfortunately for him, I became clever and
he got distracted by the butterflies and
And that was when I learned that just because
I didn’t have the ability to love,
I did have the ability to make people love me.
more boys tried to convince me
they were good enough
by spewing out...
Writing saved who I was then.
Writing stitched back together my open wounds.
Funny how their words were what cut my skin
But my own words were what I needed to heal.
Writing is helping who I am now.
Writing is what's keeping me from falling apart again.
Funny how my pain is caused by something different
But it has the same solution as the last time.