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Cheyenne Najee
Poems
Sep 2013
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The first time I went to the guidance office
(without being asked)
I was crying
You see, my friend had killed himself the night before
And I was having a hard time coping
He was 2 weeks away from graduating high school
We weren't going to school together at the time
But we lived in the same neighborhood
He was close to many of my very close friends
His mother was an addict
His father was abusive
He was forced to move in with him despite the fact
Some kids had decorated a tunnel in his name
There were pictures and poems
I left flowers and ribbons
The police officers told us that the pictures didn't look like him
When he was asked how he knew Cal
He said, "I met him on Sunday"
His only reference of a beautiful soul was
Him hanging above a bike path
By a rope he kept hidden from his family
Yet he claimed to know him
When he probably didn't know his name
Or what he did for us
They covered the art with paint
Claiming it was "vandalism"
This was the day after the funeral
I recanted this to Ms. Jackson
She told me he would want me to focus on my school work
She sent me back to class
They ask us why we never open up to them
How can we open up when the system is broken?
This isn't the story of a young boy's suicide
We are supposed to build trust with those who are around us for seven hours a day
But how can we
When they turn us away as we're crying?
idkidkidk i miss cal word ***** and anger
Written by
Cheyenne Najee
VA
(VA)
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