Roll Call Poem by Joyce Lee

Roll Call

As she entered a place called world.
The Dr. said it's a girl. She shined
like a morning star. That could be
seen from afar. She was numbered
and tag. With her Identity she had,
given to her at birth. Many years
went by, as she survived with hope of
staying alive. One night she had a
dream, and was awaken with a scream.

She dreamed she was in a place with
all the human race. She even saw her
Mother's face, out in the crowd. A
voice loud as roaring thunder began
to read from a list. All the names
that were present in the mist.

Take a stand when I call your
name. For you are the ones that played
no games. You took life serious
to the core, So step on up into the open
door.