Student finds creative outlet through poetry

Austin Kelly, The Black Bear – Natalie Leslie is a junior majoring in Public Relations. Her hobbies include writing poetry and music, going to concerts, painting, glitter-ing, and hanging out with her dog.

Leslie got into poetry through her interest in music and joined the forensics team at her high school where she competed in poetry and prose. Her freshman year of college is when she started to write her own poems.

She joined the Untamed Tongues after going to an event and performing a piece for them, they later invited her to join which she did in her sophomore year.

Her poem “Recess” was inspired by her personal experiences, and the different emotions she was  incapable of understanding as a kid. In this poem, she tells a serious story from the most vulnerable parts of herself, sprinkled with children’s metaphors revealing a perspective that can take a life time to gain.

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i don’t know if i could ever again truly recognize the honesty in your voice as i did that day

truth jabbing into my eardrums

digging for validation with dry cotton swabs

as you cried “i am such a terrible father”

. . .

to see a grown man cry

that’s enough poetry in itself

unaccustomed to emotion

you were unaware of my presence.

parents screaming, teeter totters

up and down, back and forth

it’s not very much fun to live in a playground

when monkey bars are 21 and up

and always leave you hungover

hopscotch is served on the rocks

and red rover, red rover sends families right over

i’ve never been good at games and

i’m a little old for recess, so i had hoped you would’ve re-accessed when

she told you and I heard

‘you are a drunk, you need to be a better father,’

she said,

‘you aren’t ever here, you miss everything in these kids’ lives,’

hide and seek is a little traumatic , when you find what’s really been in plain sight

. . .

peeking out I saw him crying,

distraught was visibly swirling in his mind

with his head buried 6ft deep into his palms

trembling at the edge of my bed

as my mother slammed the downstairs door

startled by my company

he mumbled with vulnerability streaming from his ocean eyes,

“i’m sorry, Noodle, she’s right”

as a young child would comfort.

“it’s okay, it’s not true”

anything to make my hero strong again

but kryptonite, he said goodnight, he took that flight

did he think twice?

you had one job, to be my dad

do you still get unemployment?

i had never felt a lie through my teeth before that point

i wished that I could relive that moment a thousand and two mississippi times

to try and come up with the right words

to conjure up something like

i just wish you were around more. I wish you would not drink so much

or even

“yea she’s right”

. . .

but 4th graders shouldn’t have to conjure up the grammatically-correct statement

to make their parents stay in their lives,

and children shouldn’t have to face the world

wondering why their father chose a bottle over loving them

over knowing them

over helping them grow into roses and sunflowers and orchids

. . .

children shouldn’t have to feel lies rub against their teeth like sandpaper

children shouldn’t have to feel their lips stapled shut with the truth,

weighed down by the last chance at a real relationship

throbbing in the back of their throat

they shouldn’t have to wrap their heads around why daddy can give Christmas presents

but not his presence

i started to make fun in this game of life

but children will always float through time wondering about their heroes

and after one sandpaper lie your teeth will be smooth enough to recognize new truths

the absence of you has taught me to plant within my own soul

gardens within my community

i learned to like recess again as the six foot sunflowers directed me to infinity and beyond

no buzz necessary

for once children learn how to grow

like roses and sunflowers

and fucking orchids

with or without “proper care,”

they will flourish,

even through staples..

and it.

will be



Image courtesy of Natalie Leslie.

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