Anger is an explosive bomb
Anger is when your heart cracks
Anger is a dead gorilla

Angry because people touch my stuff
Angry because people put me in a box and throw me away
Angry because the world stomps on the world (generation after generation)

Maybe anger won’t always hurt like a bullet wound
Maybe there is a new day for me when things will finally change
Maybe anger was meant to be

This poem is published in The Light in My World, a compilation of original poetry written by young people ages 5 – 12 who stayed with their families in housing at Solid Ground’s Broadview Emergency Shelter & Transitional Housing for women and children. The young authors who contributed to The Light in My World are not identified by their real names, and some details have been changed to protect the privacy and confidentiality of them and their families. The authors retain copyrights on their individual works.