Ode to Poetry
By Sarah Salemy ‘21
White foam sits on the sand.
The tiny grains slip through
my hands because I cannot
grasp or grapple with
what my identity means
to me—means to this
whitewashed world.
I ponder my ancestors’
lives that became whited
out in all the textbooks
we deem as true history.
A version that stole and
drove my kind into
the ground.
I have drowned—
been watered down
by people’s false
accusations and
misinformed
determinations.
The sea is filled with
unknowns.
Depths that no one truly
knows.
My feet dangle off the
edge of a cliff while
I long to make just a
ripple in this great
big ocean of a world.
As I walk this fine line,
a battle inside my mind,
I realize I am more than
what people project me
to be.
I have had to rise above
my obstacles—how
people would stare,
I’d ignore their glares, and
break the suffocating silence.
Hear the cadence in my
voice as I proclaim that
my bones could have,
should have,
became remains.
But here I stand—
I still remain.
Here I breathe and
walk among the
educators of the world.
Here I teach and reach
students of different
backgrounds—listen to
the sounds of our stories
rise from the background
as we begin to acknowledge
and accept our differences.
As we begin to celebrate our
beautiful scars and flaws.
Here in poetry we
express our opinions
and go beyond the shore,
deep into the waters of
knowledge and discovery.
Here in poetry we
explore and uncover
what it means to be human.
What it means to learn.
What it means to love.
What it means to lead.
Hidden Cave
Jane Greenip ‘22