3 More Love Poems

Published By: Olivia

We (quite erroneously) don’t often think of violent criminals as being hopeless romantics, and in general have the unfortunate tendency to write off teenagers as incapable of being in love.  The incarcerated young women we work with speak of love more than hate, share about their first loves and betrayal, becoming teenage widows, and the pain of separation due to incarceration.  They tell stories about their loves all the time: one girl has received 3 years because she refused in court to peg the blame on her boyfriend, another left her whole life and fled to Mexico with a boyfriend who was in trouble, others have killed to prove loyalty to boyfriends in the gang.  Whether or not we agree with the actions of these girls, we cannot deny the fact that they are capable of great sacrifice for love.  Their writing shows us, as well.

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Young Woman, age 15

Even in the midst of the storm
the distance and pain that
overwhelm my heart, i can’t seem to forget you
Although time passes and
passes
your memory is always
present in my mind, you
Are the person who lights up my existence

Eternal Heart

Young Woman, age 17

Eternal heart, the sun could cloud over eternally,  feel love or it could dry the ocean in an instant.

The axis of the earth could break like an eternal heart!

Everything will happen.  A dark clould could cover me with its mournful band but your great love will never break within me

 

When You Try to Forget

Young Woman, age 17

When you try to forget you think of
Taking everything out of your heart and
Recovering
reason again
 
When you try to forget you don’t think
You just act and you don’t want to be the same again.
 
When you try to forget it’s time
To glue your heart together again
Piece by piece, you get it back and still nothing
Is the same.
 
When you try to forget you remember more
And it comes to your mind
all the moments in which you
felt the most in love
 
When you try to forget still
you have wounds to heal that
any moment open again and
are hard to close
 
When you try to forget it’s something
That happens that you can’t avoid
It is so painful to want to take out
The thorns that you hurt yourself more.

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