Forgotten

Poem inspired by my Multicultural class this semester! This was my reflection response to our first unit!

The train stopped

when the tracks ended

it dumped me here

the child without a father

whose mother no one loves

with skin that no one understands

eyes that no one sees

lips that no one will kiss

feet that no one will clean

No one will tell me who I am

I don’t know how to tell myself

I’ve tried

over and over

but the heat inside

won’t let go

it cheers me on

and jerks me back

like puppet on a string

with a painted wooden face

the real boy was never meant to be

Memories tug at my membranes

massaging the tissues of my insides

mocking my stolen innocence

and shattered hopes

and then persistently fade

like black and white photographs

Tomorrow could be their last breath

before they are gone

like my grandparents who left

me for some place in the clouds

I grew up when

no one was watching

except the eyes of a cruel god

and empty moonbeams

I tried

I really did

but no one looked

even the girl

the one I thought would know

but the blood on her hands

matched the blood of others

and I had to cover my ears

to stop the screaming

my white rose

fell long ago

crushed under

the weight of heavy boots

and careless hands

pierced by a million

little lies that burned

every page of my journal

I might die today

but you won’t watch

because the blood

in my veins

is not yours