Ode Poems are written to celebrate people, places, things or ideas. We discussed, how Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, wrote ode poems about objects that are often overlooked, or taken for granted, like a lemon, or a pair of socks. This week we worked on our own odes, and celebrated some of the things in our lives that are worthy of being honored with a poem.
Ode to Wigs
Samariah M.
A new wig
The way it smells fresh out
the box or bag
The way it comes in different colors
Red, pink, blonde or jet black.
The way it comes in 30 inch
waving through the air
The way it fits my big forehead
Making it look small.
Oh, oh, new fresh wig,
The way I can pick from frontal to closure
18 inch to 30 inch
The way I feel like a bad b-word when
I get it installed.
the way I run my hand through the softness.
making my joy come alive.
Oh, oh fresh new wig.
the way I feel Serenity let my “hair” go like it’s
my real hair and I can feel it.
The way I go broke in one click or
A button
The way it makes me mad when
it get happy.
Oh, oh new wig. I love you.
Ode to My Sweater
Celeste P.
That keeps me warm
comfortable and cozy
Black with a hood
wear it when I’m cold
long sleeve and stretchy
like an old friend
always there always
ready to wear.
Ode to Natural Hair
Nylah J.
Naturally curly
Oh the shrinkage when it’s wet
tangled and knotted
when it’s straight it’s to the middle of my back.
Throw it in a ponytail
running late, let it lay
No gel needed
Bursting with color
Mama yelling, saying fix that s***!
No I say
My hair is natural.
My hair is me.
