12/06/98 Poem by NaKendra Currie

I sit here now, and think,
I cry
What is there for me to cry about, people ask
But I still cry

I feel alone, most of the time
People leave my life
It's hard to keep track of all the peolple
They just leave

I loved this person once,
She died
Her family abused her and she couldn't take it
She died

I wanted that girl to be me sooo bad
But it's not
I have to stay here and live
But I can't

Forgive me, Lord
I've tired
But to my surpise, Something underneath me, told me
I've already died