Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A BULLET FOR LOVE, by Jada Hall-Stanger

She walks the school's grey halls a loner,
taking every step with caution,
knowing if she speaks she's a goner,
wishes she could be who she wants to be.

She's wishing, wanting, praying, haunting.
She's crying, rocking, tripping, taunting.
Holding all her feelings inside,
wishing she didn't have to hide.

Yesterday he ran for his life,
straight away from the cold metal against his head,
crying, praying that this strife
was not because of who he wished to wed.

He's wishing, wanting, praying, haunting.
He's crying, rocking, tripping, taunting.
Holding all his feelings inside,
wishing he didn't have to hide.

Alyssa was threatened with death today,
the girls told her to stay away.
The teachers did nothing but look and watch
while Alyssa begged the girls to stop.

Alyssa is wishing, she's wanting, she's praying, haunting.
She's crying, and rocking, tripping, and taunting.
Holding all her feelings inside,
Oh, how Alyssa wishes she didn't have to hide.

All these children brought to their knees
for something they did not chose to be,
and every single one of them... is

Wishing, wanting, praying, haunting.
Crying, rocking, tripping, taunting.
Holding all their feelings inside,
wishing they didn't have to hide.

~A Bullet For Love, by Jada Hall-Stanger

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