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.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
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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