Would You Trade Your Life For Mine Poem by James McLain

Chapter one was that, I confessed only to him
and that when I was three, my mum tried to kill me.
Taken away from this cruel world, I just cried.
To which by whom I was sent to live with my dad.
Under investigation for dealing drugs, we were
always moving, moving around until.
Hiding from thugs who carried guns, when I turned
twelve he was shot.

By now you have guessed, I am black.

Chapter two, the foster home where I was sent to live.
I got put into a mostly all only white camp,
where four month's out of the year I was white.
Being confused I met a girl who liked me
she was the boy and I played the girl, she was everything
to me he was not.
Where she touched me, I touched her back and she
told me two things, that I can be loved or cannot that
it's to be seen or not touched.
That it must be felt by the heart and that
trust is a mirror and that once it is cracked it can
never be broken again.

Chapter three and what you will never see
is the light on the pond the rippled reflection,
a picture of you and of me.
I waited one day just to be sure, before I asked
her back out.
That very same day before I could say, she shot herself.
Should I still blame my self?
I should have asked her that very same day, I could have saved her.
Now I'm not here very much,
so if you want to hear another confession don't reply to this
you can text me at..123-456-789-10..
and ask for my conscious here.