Affecting Death
Mom’s at work
Dad is dying in bed
I’m 4
And playing with doll
Next to my father
Making a connection
My mom and dad get married
1 month later
I’m crying with hands full of flowers
Where’s dad, where’s dad
I cried
He’s gone
Mom’s in the back room talking to grandma
I’m watching T.V
Next to me is my dying grandfather
I just turned sixteen
Now I am crying in the rain
I can’t tell if the tears or the rain is getting me soaked
All I know is that I’m alone
In this Dark cruel world
Now I shelter myself from the world
Trying to understand why
When I should understand Life
I am lost
In a world of discrimination
And it’s full of lies
Now what?
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