Angelica Grace Lee Poetry


My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about giving back to my community and would like to major in cognitive science, psychology, or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I have been the creator and administrator of “Kindness in the Darkness” since 2011. I also enjoy writing poetry and composing song lyrics. 




Red

The color of blood gushing out of unrequited love
The skin of sour red grapes shattering a crystal glass
The perfect rose that sickens the poor man’s dearest
The feathers of a phoenix after rising from the ashes

A fire lit by desire burning bright in the gloomy forest
A distorted tomato before shaped by the hands of fear
A rush in the veins when touched by an Earth angel
A Ferrari driving down the street without an ending

The brilliance of an anthurium on a sunny Sunday morning
The scarlet fever that makes a woman’s beauty fade
The scent of redwood trees in a city girl's dreams
The brightness of a ruby containing the heart's emotions

Red


In Love 

As soon as I turn on the radio guess what I hear
A singer who thinks falling in love should be feared
Why do musicians always write like love is bad
And the only result of loving is feeling sad
I guess they never came across someone like you
A person they would never be willing to lose

I was sitting in a room filled with strangers
But I knew all the guys were troublemakers
I forced laughter, faked smiles for the crowd
In actuality scared you would never come around
But everything changed when I saw your face
Now I’m not sure why I had doubts in the first place

You have me searching for four leaf clovers
Trying not to lose my composure
Wishing on shooting stars in the night sky
Hoping to catch a glimpse of when you walk by
You change my mood like they’re the seasons
If I’m feeling like winter you’re my summer beacon

Before I met you I couldn’t find any inspiration
All attempts for a love poem would end in frustration
I know I am not the best at poem writing
Or the most awesome with end-rhyming
But I would write a thousand love poems for you
If you keep “loving me” on your list of things to do

I know these lyrics might seem really cliché
Like watching Spiderman save the day
Looking out for his girlfriend Mary Jane
Clothed in rough blues and reds in the pouring rain
I’m trying to make this song as real as possible
But not exaggerating these verses is improbable

You have me searching for four leaf clovers
Trying not to lose my composure
Wishing on shooting stars in the night sky
Hoping to catch a glimpse of when you walk by
Others might question our complicated love
But it only grows stronger, they’re just jealous of us


She Is The Girl


She is the girl with a wild imagination
Hears the countryside calling her name
Who is impulsive, who couldn’t care less
About what the others thought of her

She is the girl who hates the city life
Done with the photoshopped world
The one who will leave it all behind one day
For her green and brown haven

She is the girl who cannot fathom
That if humans are born naturally good
Why we let this terrible world reign our lives
The one who wishes for mother nature to rule

Yet she is the girl who is praised for her brain
She knows a lot, but what good is that
If her knowledge won’t get her that far
In a place where she will never be good enough

She is the girl with many friends
But friendship is not what she wants
For all she wants is to run away
And scream her troubles to the stars

She is the girl who is often misunderstood
The one who no one really knows
Who no one can compare normalcy to
She is me

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