Sierra Messam Poet Verse

Paint

Paint 

I walked into my high school.
I looked at the walls. 
The beautiful lilac colors had smothered the walls of 
Johnson High. 

Eagles plastered at every angle in black paint.
I cried. 
The paint made me cry.  
It was only 10 years ago when I was thrown into the lockers;

Head bashed in on the wall
Over and over and over kicked in my stomach 
A truck just ran over me. 

Bloodshed from my; 
Mouth. 
Nose.
Ears. 
Head.
I was all over that wall. 
 Now that wall is a beautiful lilac with the black Eagles 
Plastered all over it.  
Such a wonderful color. 

But,
 I know what’s under it. 
I know the truth. 
underneath that lilac wall is a piece of my life 
that contributes to my hatred of ole Johnson High. 
**** you paint. How dare you cover me.

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