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I Am

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-


Life Goes On

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-