"dropout" poems - Hello Poetry

Jay. He was a nineteen year old high school dropout. He was black. He wore his hair in dreads. He had a few nose rings. He wore gold chains and expensive clothes. He went partying every night. He got drunk on alcohol but his drug addiction was the biggest problem. He had a lot of friends. Because he was ‘cool’. He was the ‘man’. Gray. He was 18, finishing his final school year. He was white. He wore his hair very short. He had large round glasses, sitting lopsided on his nose. He wore a long sleeved shirt and trousers. He studied hard, and he got good marks. He played the cello in the school band. But he was gay. And so he didn’t have any friends. But he had his family who he loved dear and who loved him back. He was happy. The differences between the two are unbelievable. They are nothing alike; they are complete opposites. Yet, they are human. They walk the same streets, at different times. They both live on the same planet, if not the same world. They both have a right to live. They both have people who love them, despite all they are. It’s their differences that make Jay and Gray human. Both of them. Until Jay raised his gun and fired three times at Gray. That’s when Gray was lost to humanity. And Jay had lost his humanity. Coz Jay shot in the chest a boy named Gray Killed him without giving him any say, The boy who did no wrong, but was gay, With his life, he had to pay. His family cried in despair and dismay, For their loving son had been taken away, And now they all sat in silence, For Gray would never see another day. For souls who have had their lives ripped apart, and those who rip their lives apart, we pray.

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC

thegerryjames

A story of our differences and what makes us human

Jay. He was a nineteen year old high school dropout. He was black. He wore his hair in dreads. He had a few nose rings. He wore gold chains and expensive clothes. He went partying every night. He got drunk on alcohol but his drug addiction was the biggest problem. He had a lot of friends. Because he was ‘cool’. He was the ‘man’. Gray. He was 18, finishing his final school year. He was white. He wore his hair very short. He had large round glasses, sitting lopsided on his nose. He wore a long sleeved shirt and trousers. He studied hard, and he got good marks. He played the cello in the school band. But he was gay. And so he didn’t have any friends. But he had his family who he loved dear and who loved him back. He was happy. The differences between the two are unbelievable. They are nothing alike; they are complete opposites. Yet, they are human. They walk the same streets, at different times. They both live on the same planet, if not the same world. They both have a right to live. They both have people who love them, despite all they are. It’s their differences that make Jay and Gray human. Both of them. Until Jay raised his gun and fired three times at Gray. That’s when Gray was lost to humanity. And Jay had lost his humanity. Coz Jay shot in the chest a boy named Gray Killed him without giving him any say, The boy who did no wrong, but was gay, With his life, he had to pay. His family cried in despair and dismay, For their loving son had been taken away, And now they all sat in silence, For Gray would never see another day. For souls who have had their lives ripped apart, and those who rip their lives apart, we pray.