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I am the girl
who sits alone
on Prom night.
Stood up for the thousandth time.
I am the boy
who's scared to ask,
sure she'll say no.
Never able to find out.
I am the baby
abandoned
by his mother.
Who's just a kid herself.
I am the old man
forgotten by
my grandchildren.
Left alone to die.
I am the kid
killed by a bullet.
While standing in my front yard,
watching my sister play.
I am the child
teased because of my clothes.
Ugly, old, and torn.
We can't afford anything else.
I am you
teasing that girl,
killing that kid,
forgetting that man,
abandoning that baby,
putting fear in the boy
standing up the girl,
opening my eyes,
and realizing
what I've done.
-Treasure Collum-
The stinging tears
of disappointment
blur my vision
yet you stand there
so close
yet worlds away.
What is the barrier
that lies in the way
of comfort?
You say I can talk
to you
yet you never try
to listen.
Your ears are unable
to hear the words
I cry so loud.
Can we break the chains
that keep our ears,
tongues, and hearts
captive?
"Life goes on"
you say.
Yet someone is jumping
from that building
on Main Street.
Their life won't go on.
Who says
my life will?
-Treasure Collum-