033. The Damage Of Discrimination Poem by Jaden Knight

I sit on the old park bench
waiting for a friend
a cold wind blows
causing me to shiver

Then the local boys stroll past in their group
as if they were kings
it’s just another reject
says the tall gang leader
looking down his thin nose at me
before they all start laughing

Their laughter angers me
their comments cut me
like a cruel knife
then one of them raises a hand
and brings the dagger down

The pain in my chest explodes
as the knife goes in
I fall from the bench
my blood staining the moss edged path

The boys realize their crime
and decide to run away
I become alone once more
as they leave me to die

I can hardly see them now
as a red mist falls over my eyes
I try to rise
but I lose consciousness

An ambulance arrives at the scene
guided by one of the gang
he seems to care about me
I guess he understands my position
as he helps to calm me down

The gang member helped me to live
by assisting and calling for help
I would have died
if he hadn’t come back
would you have cared
and done what he did
or would you have left me there to die