South Loop Poetry Club
Every time you going somewhere
you past…
a police station
you see migrants…
Sitting here feeling safe
kids using
donated stuff…
You think about
how they got here
and know….
They were
slaves
from Africa
and escaped
for freedom.
You felt sad for them
you wanted to help them
your feeling made you
feel bad…
You walk again
to the police station again
you decide to give
donations
food
clothes…
The migrants
really thanked you
You were so happy
you helped…
Totally not the other airport
I see planes all around me
laughter and talking is what you hear
you smell not that fuel
your fresh air
and smell the melting of a fighter jet
Friends at a
Asian restaurant in
Chinatown, laughing, talking, singing,
chewing. The smell of Asian food
that makes your stomach rumble.
Delicious sauce and meat
with the sugary, sweet, fizzy
taste of strawberry ramune.
I had
Birthday presents
My friends sang me
happy birthday
the birthday cake
smelled like vanilla
whipped cream at
the end I felt happy
that people came.
Opponent faces in a champion game
People cheering and screaming
Smells like turf and rubber
Best friend in the pool,
with me and her siblings
The sound of friends laughing,
and water splashing.
Warm food I eat after the pool.
tastes like pool water because it is.
light and warm
My big bro breaden
As quiet as a chicken on a grill
smells like too much perfume on a woman
tastes like boba tea
smooth as a baby’s butt.
Zero’s blackening the sky
with the Rising Sun on the
wing
Anti-air-craft fire pounding bam-bam
and the sound of fighter planes
Smells like gunpowder and fuel
Tastes like blood and dust
My finger on the cold metal trigger of
an AA gun aimed at the sky
let me take you to a
world dreams a lush forest
covers my mind leprechauns run
free and sirens roam seas I
smell fragrance in the place of
m favorite myths of kings and
queens fairies fly and dragons
die when I find the end of the
rainbow I know I’m there.
