Kenzie Frisch Poet Free verse

I See

I see
I see that kid in the corner of the orphanage with that pesky cleft lip that nobody 
wants to call theirs.
I see his hope.
His sorrow.
His hatred.

I see 
I see that poor woman down the street with that abusive husband that she never 
tells anyone about.
I see her wishfulness.
Her cuts and bruises.
Her fear.

I see
I see that sad tree in the tropics with that blood-red X splashed across it waiting to 
be cut down.
I see it's lost future.
It's homeless would've-been residents.
It's weakness.

I see
I see a world that needs to open their eyes. A world that has the choice to make a 
difference but chooses poorly.
I see it's weakness and it's strength.
I see it's past and it's future. 
I see it's healthy and it's ill.
But most of all,
I see it's problem and it's solution.

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Bridget Prewitt July 8, 2011 at 9:02 AM Thanks for the comment Kenzie! This is really good! I love how in this poem you see sorrow in different ways. you see it's past and its future, its lost future, its weakness, etc. Love it!

Joe Maverick July 2, 2011 at 11:45 AM A good write here Kenzie, have enjoyed the thrust of it, and the observations, there is no harm done in posing these questions..