13 Reasons Why – Hannah Baker’s Poem

This show seems to be a controversy magnet on the internet. I’m not really interested in that part of it. I enjoyed the twists and turns, the cinematic effect was all too good. The message the show sends I do not entirely agree with. But there is something incredibly amazing that has come out of this show, and that is this poem. In the story, Hannah Baker recites it at her poetry club’s gathering. And it’s simply amazing. If you haven’t already read it, please do now. It’s an incredible piece of poetry. 
Even if you haven’t watched the show and you have no clue what I’m talking about, you will still be able to appreciate it. Here it goes: 

Hannah Baker’s Poem

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear

For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.


And underneath that?

I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;

I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts

like saran wrap that you can see through

to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.

My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.

You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.

But what if all they do is crack open windows?

So I can see lightening through the clouds.

What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?

What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.

Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.

I don’t need to be the water in the well.

I don’t need to be the well.

But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.

I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Some people can recognize a tree,

A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.

How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.

It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.

– Written by Sarah Kay. 

8 thoughts on “13 Reasons Why – Hannah Baker’s Poem

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  1. Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing it.

    I only recently finished watching the show and it has left such an impact on me. I wrote a post recently on whether the show glamorized suicide or not. I’m so sad for the character. She was such a talented girl and people are so cruel.

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