jessica roberts Poems

As I sat in study hall and Mr. Ewers came in
He sat on the edge of a table and looked around the room
Then he spoke, Kristy died last night
The room was silent for a minute and then girls broke into tears
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As the children prepare for Christmas and the toys they want
It’s a joy to watch as they help put the tree up and decorate it
The ornaments that get broken and the ones from when they were small
To sit back as they decorate Christmas cookies
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My grandfather was a the sweetest man
He was one of the nicest people you’d ever meet
There’s no one else like him
I love you so much grandpa
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Please father forgive me for I have not sinned against you
Yes I was only a child but still I feel as though I need to ask for forgiveness
So here I kneel asking you to forgive me for what happened
I’ve turned away from you for a long time
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The bluebottle has a very pretty color to it
As you sit in a quite room and you can hear the buzzing
As the bluebottle flies around
Then it lands on your arm and you feel a tickle from its tongue
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If no one could see then everyone would be friends
If we could not see it would not matter what any one looked like
If no one could see we would all be friends
No one would be made fun of or laughed at
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The thoughts of you fill my head
I lay down on our bed and close my eyes
The memories of you flood over me
The tears slipped from under my closed eyes
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When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at

I see this fear of judgment
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I hold in my hand my last source of food
I squeeze it in my mouth
the sweetness envelopes my taste buds
growing increasing the ever small size of my belly
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I remember along time ago in a land far away
I was always happy and then it was all striped away from me
So here I stand on the street begging for extra change
People pass me by without a second glance
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