Samantha Desmond Poems
|2.||I Do Not Care||12/3/2008|
|3.||Tell Yourself Your Beautiful||12/3/2008|
|6.||A Child Cries Because Of Santa||12/4/2008|
|13.||Wish Me A Dream||12/4/2008|
|15.||Drowning With His Cries||12/4/2008|
|20.||Our Own Beauty||12/4/2008|
She tells me everything's fine,
so i go about my day,
but with this burning feeling,
something must be wrong.
I see her again in the hall,
later that day,
and on her beautiful face,
she wears this distressed look.
I can't help but ask again,
and again i get the same answer,
everything is fine,
but she can't convince me with her eyes.
I go home after school,
going about my day normally,
and cooking dinner for my younger brother.
12 am, I am in a dead sleep,
about to be disturbed,
by the over and ...
I Do Not Care
This poem was written about and incident where a white cop shot a 10 year old black boy, he was found innocent even though everyone knew he did it. In class we had to write from any point of view and I chose the point of view of the cop.
And with this gun inside my hand,
A crime not done, I do not care,
Those eyes so mocking, deep and dark,
This colors bad, I have been taught.
Not age, nor height I don’t take in,