My soul pulled up into the garage

Rusty and broken down
With a hanging left headlight,
Black faded paint,
Smoke coming out of the tailpipe,
Bottom dragging on the ground.
I got out and said, “My soul needs a fixin’

A new paint job
Twenty-four inch rims
To take me toward good decisions.
My soul needs plasma TVs on the headrests
To show me the good things I’ve done,
Twelve-inch subwoofers to bump my heartbeat,
A license plate that spells

And when I get it out the shop
I’m goin’ to spin it,
Roll it down the streets of Hollywood,
My window down, arm resting on the window in the wind,
Driving alongside all the other souls beside me,
Watching the sun set over the beach,
The seagulls, white like my angels.

By Carlos, 9th grade

Photo by Bob Jagendorf via Flickr

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  1. Marsha

    This is awesome! Keep writing Carlos. Your life may take many different paths, but you are a poet. Don’t ever forget that.

  2. alundberg

    I enjoyed this poem and will be sharing it with my ninth grade school. I love the title and the use of figurative language.

    • jrwatson5

      That’s great Ms. Lundberg! Please keep us posted about how your class receives the piece. – WITS

  3. Lourdes

    Amazing poem…Carlos thank you for sharing this with the world. I work with high school kids who are struggling in some way, and your poem has been helpful to these kids and the work we do together.


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