January 13, 2022
Teen Blog: Poetry: Lines Composed from a Few Miles Above Sea Level by E.C. Davis, The Color of Our Blood by Stephanie Karr Media
MCA Denver loves teens and celebrates their amazingness, their willingness to take risks, and of course, the cool and unique ways they express themselves creatively. Periodically we like to feature creative works submitted by teens in our community on this blog. Below are recent submissions by E.C. Davis of Aurora, CO, Stephanie Karr of Aurora, CO, and Josiah Antonio Ray Badial of Pueblo, CO.
Lines Composed from a Few Miles Above Sea Level
By E.C. Davis
You saw the skyline
For the first time
Shooting up above the cement
Sweating cigarette butts
In the heat.
Those mountains were blurred against them
A watery watercolor background
Superimposed against a hard pencil city.
Trying to distract you,
The water shot up from the ground
And trees grew suddenly in front of the
You peeked around them
Turned your head and
Twisted until you could see behind the green and the tears of milk.
You stared at that skyline until your eyes
And the buildings blocked out everything
But the blue.
E.C. Davis: I wrote this piece in the back lobby of the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. I was at a day camp. My friend had fallen asleep on the sofa next to me after almost four hours of aimlessly wandering around the exhibits, talking about nothing and everything. I had been hearing some kids who were from the rural parts of Colorado talking about how it was the first time they'd been to Denver, their first time seeing the skyline and being at the museum. I could see the full skyline and the fountains jumping up in front of it, just outside the museum. It was beautiful, and, having lived in Denver all my life, I realized how unique it could be to someone who's never been before. So I wrote this poem, which I guess was loosely inspired by "Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" by William Wordsworth. I tried to create the visual effect of a sideways skyline with varying line lengths. I suppose it's a uniquely Denver focused poem, because we have this beautiful city against the big blue skies, so it's personal to me, and I think as a whole to Colorado.
The Color of Our Blood
By Stephanie Karr
Who knew it meant so much
Even culture is such a major factor
You ain’t even hear no laughter
Ghost boys scatter
All cuz of some hater
The world has become a total disaster
People’s hearts shatter
I know some of y’all can’t relate
You’re living it great
Getting no hate
And that’s not up for debate
Cuz you can walk out late
So get it straight
Because you don’t gotta worry about your fate
Some don’t even make it past the age of eight
You never know if you’ll make it to a certain date
It may not be your fault but change still awaits
Oops! Daddy made a mistake
It’s fine in this case, it don’t matter if people’s hearts brake
Our society is a disgrace
Color shouldn’t determine your case
How could you look at a killer in the face
And still have the nerve to say
When the evidence is there
It’s time to clear the air
Nothing will change until justice is served
People will get what they deserved
Hate should not be transferred
It ain’t right
I can see our future is bright
All you need is to shine some new light
We just need to reunite
Stephanie: The concept of my poem is based on the failure of equality in our society. My poem is based on police brutality and my point of view on it. I wrote this piece to essentially have my voice heard.
Josiah Antonio Ray Badial
Josiah: The idea behind this piece is just that it’s the place where things that are forgotten go. It's a place past its time, with sand as its king and wind as its order -- because people like to forget the howling of drought and famine. Everything comes here, eventually. But, it's ruled by monsters, and good things are scarce. Nobody wants to forget the good times, but even the monsters that roam this place get lonely and miss the delights of the known. So, they scheme, and they plot. What about is certain -- to remind the world of what they are, even if it means dooming it.