Finger Cuts
They pull my hair. They tug at my clothes. They poke and nudge and push. And on my boat I rock and I roll; My body melts to mush. I'm nothing. I'm gone, And I disappear so they cannot see The tears…
finger cuts is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees finger cuts in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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