A Girl’s Perspective: Poetry


We put out an “open call” this spring, asking Maine girls to share their thoughts and artistic talents for this inaugural issue, and we were blown away by the response. Thank you to all the girls who shared their artwork, photography and writing. We’re so unbelievably impressed by your thoughtfulness, creativity and passion.


When you walk outside,  what do you see?
I see the brownness of the soil covered in life of all kinds,
I see the bright green canopy, hanging overhead,
up against the beautiful blueness of the sky,
smudged with white,
with songs being sung by the many who live there.
I see the beautiful flowers of all different sizes and colors.
I see the gentleness of the stream that never sleeps,
but most of all I see my inspiration set out in front of me clear as day,
My greatest passion,
The true essence of the planet which we dwell upon,
I see nature.

Daisy Jetty is an 11-year-old sixth-grader at Massabesic Middle School. She loves science and is passionate about studying nature and animals. She also loves the arts and literature and is inspired by creating poetry and writing stories. She recently read “The Martian Chronicles” by Ray Bradbury.

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Small Towns Aren’t Safe
Her hands on the steering wheel
Shake just a bit
As she watches her son grab his bag where its fit
by the seat
And the radio’s mumbling under its breath
About “hallways” and “lockdown” and “untimely death”
Until she switches the channel.
And his hair is so dear as it curls
Round his ears
And she says that she loves him but he doesn’t hear
And her heart is beating with such unwanted fear
Grow UP
That couldn’t happen round here
The town is so little
The guidelines so clear
Deep breaths
Shake the pictures of blood from your mind
But what if I pick up the cellphone to find that my BOY
My baby boy
Calm down
It’ll just take some time
To process the news and then it’ll be fine
There have been no serious crimes here since ’89.
So she pulls back her hair and pulls into the street
She’s got places to go while this car overheats
With visions of Michael with blood by his feet…
Just stop it, okay? Stop making things up
But what if the sounds come and interrupt his studies
The running
And screaming
Firecrackers without color
Enough! Don’t waste your day with another thought spiral.
Pray that this story will stop being viral soon enough.

And the radio’s speaking in less somber tones
And she’s back in the car about to go home
And she reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone
Because it’s ringing

Rhea Fitzpatrick is a sophomore at Freeport High School and has lived in Freeport since moving to Maine when she was 5 years old. She is a singer, cellist, poet/writer, Francophile, human rights activist and an avocado fanatic. She is also a Maine Coast Waldorf alumna who is passionate about quality education for all people. The poem was written for The March for Our Lives. Having the honor of reading it at Portland City Hall the day of the rally was one of the best experiences of Rhea’s life.

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i alone
i alone can save me from my
biggest threat,
that is to say,
i alone am my saviour.
i alone can rescue myself.
not the words of a song,
the colors of a painting,
nor the embrace of another.
i alone understand me,
my intricacies,
and necessities.
i alone understand my
biggest threat,
i can rescue myself from me
because neither of us has the
upper hand.
i alone will save me,
not because i can,
but rather because
i choose to.
my words can save me,
my paintings can save me,
and my embraces can save me.
i alone can save me,
and i will.


i have to be okay
i will be okay.
there is a hole in my heart,
where you used to be,
and now it is empty.
but despite this,
i will be okay.
i have to be okay.
i will not let you see me break
or cry
or be weak.
i will not give you that privilege
like i once did.
i will be made of
bruised knuckles and scuffed elbows
if that is what it takes,
but i will be okay.
i have to be okay,
because to let you
see that i am not,
is to let you win.
no matter how much my heart
shatters, breaks, and crumbles,
i am okay.
i refuse to let you,
win this fight.
so i have to be okay.

Caroline Lowery is junior at Kennebunk High School and have always adored creative writing. She is a student-athlete, an aspiring creative writing major, and am currently in the process of writing a novel. Most people she knows call her Beanie, which she also uses as a pen name.

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#girltalk with A Company of Girls

Last fall, #girltalk debuted at Empow[h]er, a fundraising event for A Company of Girls. The powerful performance piece, written and performed by A Company of Girls Ambassadors, reflects what it’s like being a girl in today’s complicated world. Catch an upcoming reprisal of #girltalk during the Port PortFringe theater festival. Performances will be held on Sunday, June 17 at 9 p.m., Tuesday, June 19 at  9 p.m., Thursday, June 21 at 7:15 p.m. and Saturday, June 23 at 5:30 p.m. at the Portland Stage storefront. FMI: portfringe.com/portfolio/girltalk

A Company of Girls is an arts-based empowerment and leadership program that uses the arts as a tool for positive youth development and works with girls to build self-esteem and 21st-century skills through mentorship and active engagement in creative expression. Find out more at acompanyofgirls.org


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