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Richard Thurman May 2018
Racism a really bad thing, everyone should feel the same
Being a black man is this culture is insane, Why throw dirt on his name?
It’s not like he was looking for fame
He did a service, Mayella reversed it
Interracial relationships are against the code
Unfortunately, we know this, yet this is how things seem to go
No longer a secret, Tom *****?
Yet no one can keep the story straight

To **** A Mockingbird, the book was great
Told from first person, Scout’s point of view
Everything is not new, retelling the story
Scouting it out, it’s not gory
Paying attention to details in the story
TKAM Journals, a different story, Mrs. Dietz
Got us all working on an allegory

Racism a really bad thing, everyone should feel the same
Being a black man is this culture is insane, Why throw dirt on his name?
It’s not like he was looking for fame
He did a service, Mayella reversed it
Interracial relationships are against the code
Unfortunately, we know this, yet this is how things seem to go
No longer a secret, Tom *****?
Yet no one can keep the story straight

Tom only had one job, he managed to do it
With only one arm, everyone knew he didn’t do it
Forced into court, Atticus was judged and criticized in all sorts
Atticus showed the obvious innocence of Tom
When all in court, Mayella's story broke down
She's crying about all the secrets that Atticus has found
Bob Ewell, his secrets found, looked at them with a frown
If this jury wasn’t fake their verdict would have been sound
And, unfortunately, we all already know...Tom, a dog sent to the pound
Orion Rosemary Mar 2018
Dear Mr. Finch

I fear I’m just like Aunty
Dissappointed, so it’d seem
The need to scold and rid myself
Of good, encouraging things

Calpurnia would not approve
My earnest and impatience
‘ve been left behind, fell out of line
Feel cold sweat as my heart races

Crushed my own hopes;
Sent far away my own dreams
Wallowed in my own despair
Lacked to care for all the needs

Confess t’ you; am I Mayella now?
All of this was my own doing
And now we face the coin flip
My luck being his killing

I could hardly breathe
I couldn’t dine
My conscience could not clear
In time

Today I finally realized;
It took me too much time
That I had killed a mocking bird
A simple, humid-aired crime

He’s innocent and suffers

And here I am.
Dear Mr. Finch, someone had to take the fall.

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