I'm 13
but I don't wear a size five or two jeans.
I'm 13
but I don't care about who is a 'prep' or a 'gangsta'.
I'm 13
but I don't wear flair jeans.
I'm 13
but I don't want to marry a member of N'Sync.
I'm 13
but I don't like to cyber.
I'm 13
but I don't judge people by looks or popularity.
I'm 13.
Note: This poem published in The Wolf Pack Post, May edition 1999.
(Dedicated to all the students who lost their lives, their friends or their feeling of safety)
Also see: Rest In Peace
Oh Jeany, sorry you had to leave,
hope the rain doesn't drown you anymore.
See that boy over there? The cute one? I used to date him.
See him lying on the ground now? I wish I had said goodbye.
Kipland didn't feel right on a certain night and morning.
Andrew felt unhappy on the night of the prom.
Two boys were dumped by their girls,
they couldn't take the pain.
I see the flowers on the fence,
the tears of blood.
They didn't get to see their degree,
but could only see the gun.
Why are we seeing guns
instead of seeing friends?
We should be learning math,
not learning to say goodbye.
As we part our separate ways,
We hope not to be parted forever more.
Our memories will not be washed away
Like the sand on the sea shore.
"Goodbye my friend
(I know you're gone, you said you're gone, but I can still feel you here)
It's not the end
(gotta keep it strong before the pain turns into fear)"~ Spice Girls "Goodbye"
Dedicated to: Diane Lynch
The dark hair covering her pretty face
The dried tears still vacant on her cheek
The echo's of taunting as clear as crystal
Her heart feels pierced by invisible knives and weak
As she stares at the cold river beneath
The wind wipes through her hair
Her T-shirt is wet with rain
While her face is drenched with tears
Though no heat or cold could cause her more pain
As she stares at the cold river beneath
When she was gone, her students grieved and were impacted for life
Her friends couldn't believe it
Her family was shocked
No one thought her time and type of passing suited her fit
As we look for her in the cold river beneath
One first grader still remembers the roses laid by her picture
And still remembers her smile
She still remembers the newspapers and notes found in her car
Some don't remember or are still in denial
As we look for her in the cold river beneath
They planted a tree in her honor
But they should have renamed a mountain
Those who knew her wanted more
But we will always have memories that will always remain
As I still look down in the cold river beneath.
I will not go quietly into the night,
I will not surrender without a fight.
Nothing will take me or anything I have
Nothing will not make me weak though I might be sad.
Do not try to make me fall,
for I won't touch the ground.
Do not try to take control,
for I'm am on a roll!
Though tears are streaming down my face
as I write this verse,
I know that whatever happens,
this ain't a curse.
The sun will shine through the clouds
and the rain will still fall,
but listen to me good, whatever happens,
I will not leave you all.
Alone
In the cold death of darkness
Nobody to hold
Nobody to tell you it's ok
You can cry
but no one will hand you a kleenex
Mommy isn't there
when you call
Strength disappears
and weakness sets in
I hope you can get up
if you fall to the ground