To This Monkey Pencil Topper
Quit fucking staring at me. You have a hole in your head! No thumbs. Or fingers, for that matter. Just tacky brown rubber stubs That don’t come out past your jaw. How do you even eat? Come to think…
monkey is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees monkey 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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