Tainted
Cherise Gomes 11A
The fabric was cast aside and torn;
In its place, your uninvited hands roam.
Though you whisper words of comfort in my ear;
I fail to hear them over the sound of my fear.
Those long, nimble fingers I once adored so much;
Now stain my temple with their cold and calloused touch.
You took away what was mine to give;
And along with it my will to live.
Overcome by the pain, my world fades to dark;
You leave me crumpled, like a ruined piece of art.
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“Doodle”
Joshua Sean Pretto 11 A
He said he will be back sooner than I can say “doodle”
Doodle.
Another week has past but Dad has not returned
He told me to think of him if I ever feel afraid
So, I think.
I miss him
But Mom is here
She seems stressed safeguarding small sister
And me. I want to ask her about Dad
But I know she will not respond.
I feel like I add on to her burden
It is time for dinner but
I have a knot in my stomach.
It is bedtime but
These thoughts of Dad keep me awake.
The last time I saw him was before we got onto the bus
He was in tears and so was Mom
So are the people around me
I do not understand why
But I know something is wrong.
I hear loud noises that scare me
The buildings are grey and so is the air
I have forgotten what silence sounds like
I have forgotten what fresh air smells like.
I had seen men in uniforms
Attacking other men in uniforms
We had rushed out of there
I think they wanted something
I would let them play with my toys but I left them at home.
I know Dad is not at home though
He has not answered any of Mom’s phone calls
Why would he leave us to go with those uniformed men?
Does he not love us?
Does he not love me?
I thought he was happy with me
I thought he cares about me
How did he know that I would be afraid?
Maybe I should try again.
Doodle?
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