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Cierra19
19/F
Here is a tale of blood, guts and war The war is over but its still raging within I can hear the bombs going off,hear the screaming as they hit the ground. I’m back in Rhode Island Street, Highland Park, Detroit. War has turned my heart to stone. Now that you're gone I live alone, in this empty home remembering every word you've said. Didn't bother to learn to become a father, old school all the way. A 72 gran torino on display, I lived to work Retired from 30 years in the auto plant. Slowly the world has passed me by. More black, more brown, more slant eyed Still I know right from wrong It’s the same here as in Hong Kong When coward gangs seek power and control I have to let them know they are digging themselves a hole The weak and defenceless look with tired eyes They let themselves become victims of a drive by shooting I never express feelings of regret or remorse In the night I made a plan Go without a knife or gun in my hand defeat my enemy with my brain Making them believe I was insane In an attempt to take on the entire gang Yet they listened to my brave harangue So I reached into my jacket for a lighter They reacted like any street fighter Opened fire to stop this threat The church bells ringing My body now in a casket If you listen closely you can hear me say i'm the one to finish things
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Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
War
The Girl Behind The Wall             By Cierra Thibert The secrets you keep will be the reason why you fall. People say I’m the strongest of all cuz I live everyday with a smile on my face but they don’t see the tears that never fall. I’m not the happiest of them all I’m the girl living behind the wall staring in through the glass. The glass cracks but never falls, even if I’m walking down the halls with the tears that never fall. No one notices the mask that I put up they still say I’m the strongest of all but by the time they realize that I’m the weakest of them all it will be to late to say anything but I wish we would have known that tears fell behind the cracks in the glass and that the mask she wore was the greatest disguise of them all she was never the strongest of them all she was the girl behind the wall.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
The girl behind the wall