Ick Poems

School
George Washington Carver Primary School

Poet in Residence
Fullamusu Bangura

Date

This week’s lesson was borrowed from fellow poet-in-residence Lisa Low. During our discussion, students shared some their icks with the group. Some of these included loud food chewers and dishonesty, and students definitely didn’t hesitate sharing them. After reading some rant poems from other student poets, our group dove into our writing time. Check out some of them below:

School
George Washington Carver Primary School

Poet in Residence
Fullamusu Bangura

Date

Silence Amorionna

A silent room yet

slight clicking, scratching

and picking at my brain

like a cat on the scratch-board.

I want you to stop but not to be

rude. “Could you stop?” I want to

yell it but I hold my tongue. Click.

Click. Click. Sounds like my brain bomb

going tick. tick. tick. Counting down

the minutes wishing it would end.

I hold my breath. And pull my hair.

I cover my mouth to muffle my

internal screams… Till finally… “Would

you please stop clicking that pen?”

Long Forgotten Molly

Don’t you remember me?

Like a river in the distance

A friendship long forgotten

Me and your daddy go wayyyyy back

like acid trying to be engraved in my memory

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