HSPVA junior named city’s second Youth Poet Laureate

Fareena Arefeen

Fareena Arefeen

Fareena Arefeen, a junior at the High School for Performing and Visual Arts, has been named Houston’s second Youth Poet Laureate, succeeding Andrew White, who graduated from HSPVA in June and is now attending New York University. The position was created by Writers in the Schools in partnership with the Houston Public Library, City of Houston, and Office of the Mayor.

Arefeen was one of 40 Houston-area students to apply. Candidates submitted five poems to a committee of what WITS Executive Director Robin Reagler called “page poets and stage poets.” The committee narrowed it down to five students, and the finalists were interviewed by a smaller group of published poets. The one-year term includes a book deal, a scholarship, and being mentored by Houston’s Poet Laureate, Robin Davidson.

Arefeen is a first-generation immigrant, coming here from Bangladesh with her sister and mother, who works in a gas station to support the family. According to Arefeen, her mother believes that all Bengali people are poets at heart, so she was not surprised that her daughter was chosen for the position.

The young writer received the honor on Thursday at the WITS Gala and spoke to attendees.

“I grew up feeling uncomfortable,” Arefeen said, “too American for the Bengali people and too brown for the kids I went to school with. I was always struggling to find my place, to feel a sense of community.”

Writing helped her make connections. “I love the way that words bridge people from all different walks of life. It provides a place where all of us—you and me—can meet and learn and grow. I could write about being a young Bengali woman, and part of my story would resonate with part of someone else’s story and on and on. I want to tell other immigrants, like me, that their stories matter. I want to tell LGBTQ youth that their stories matter. I want to tell children living in poverty that their stories matter.”

Arefeen read this poem at the WITS Gala.

Hurricane Season 

My mother tells me that I was born outside of the eye of a hurricane, 

where the storm is strong and moves quickly in radials. 

I think I am a series of low pressure systems and winds that can carry bayous. 


I’ve heard that a child playing on the coast in Africa 

can cause the start of a hurricane in the Atlantic and maybe 

a working immigrant in Toronto can be the origin of a poet in Houston. 


My ninth birthday was suspended in the space between cyclone and serene. 

I watched my city build itself up again after Hurricane Ike and 

I guess we are both having growing pains. 


I’ve learned that my purpose is flooding. 

I want to form inundacions of words and earn 

the title of a Category Four. Drought relief and filler of bayou banks. 

Hurricanes bring heat energy from the tropics 

the way I would like to bring light to the city that taught me how to hold rainwater in the form of letters. 


On my thirteenth birthday, I watched the bayou 

spill into this dizzy headed space city 

like a push of blood to the lungs. 


Inhaling atmospheric pressure of a tropical storm 

in the eye of hurricane season felt like bayou backwash 

of building Rothko layers. 


Maybe if I could say that brown is my favorite color, 

I would finally see the whirlpools that rest in my skin and in the Buffalo Bayou. 

And someday I could love the greens hidden in browns hidden in labyrinths of color. 


I only came into my skin 

after I grew into this city and they both happened like storm clouds; rolling in and all at once. 


Now, I find impressions of myself in the silt 

as there are maps of this city pressed into my hands like footsteps on wet ground. 


On my seventeenth birthday, the clouds broke light rays 

the way I want to leave fractures in my city 

that can be filled with the work of new artists and immigrants to take my place. 


My favorite smell is rain 

falling through concrete and cumin because they combine homes. 

I can be a drop of water falling in multiple places. 


I am stuck to the city I’ve learned to call my own 

like humidity on skin that can finally 

hold its own storm. 

3 thoughts on “HSPVA junior named city’s second Youth Poet Laureate

  1. Melanie Davis-Sanchez

    That is amazing! I am in awe of your poetic talents! I sincerely hope that you exceed every goal set before you.

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