inspired by Alice Neel, T.B. Harlem
They wouldn’t help me at all they just told me
To sit with all this agonizing pain bottled up in me.
They told me not to smile and not to frown for my elongated
Body was going to be put down
Then hung up on a
Wall.
They laid me down on a blood-ridden bed
With purple sheets on top.
They covered me with dirty white blankets
Though that didn’t help because blood was draining
From my frail fluidless body,
I was
Naked.
All I could feel was pain and pain and strain
And all the blood-ridden stains,
And what I felt most was the artist
painting me
and my
Shame.
Grade: 10
Washington, DC
Washington, DC
J.D. Salinger
To become a dentist and own my own dental practice
My dad