Harakiri
He put a razor inside my lunch pale Along with heads or tails I know he's hinting death As I hide behind my veil Need a pair of clippers To cut my cutthroat nails And I red pair of scissors To…
wrists 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 wrists 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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