Anger is a bull with a red flag held in front of my face taunting me,
weakening me

Anger is a swarm of bees whose nest just got chopped off their tree

Anger is a baby robin who just can’t find out why they can’t fly

Angry because no one will listen

Angry because no one will do the right thing

Angry because they just won’t quit

Maybe anger won’t always attack

Maybe there is a new day for me when the man holding the red flag
will just drop it

Maybe the bees will find a new nest

Maybe the robin will finally learn how to fly

This poem is published in The World in Me, a compilation of original poetry written by young people ages 8 – 17 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 World in Me 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.