19. HardlyMyself_4.25

Today again I am hardly myself.

Grass sprouts from my hair like antennae.

Flowers become my eye lashes

as bark covers my soul.

My teeth are like acorns

crunching on my concrete tongue.

Rocks and stones become

my hardcore bones.

Thorns grow like fingernails

on my berry-scented skin.

Roses are my ears,

only for the bees.

My toes are the squishy

clay straight from the ground.

The plaque on my teeth is

like rust from metal.

My lungs beat like the

countdown on a clock.

Why, why am I hardly myself?

By J. B., 4th Grade

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Elizabeth Tyska, an 8th grade at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer and KPFT volunteer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

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