Struggle
Dedicated to anyone that can relate to this poem.
I think of the ones who are suffering.
The ones who truly have nothing.
Their homeless and their starving, cant we do something?
She comes home from the hospital, her eyes filled with tears.
They told her she had cancer, they gave her about a year.
And now the telephone rings, his parents get the call.
“I’m sorry to say this, your son just died in war.”
She signs the papers to drop out of high school, she has to get a job.
Her boyfriend isn’t ready for a baby, he left her there alone.
Everyone walks the halls, everyone’s in shock.
They noticed he was acting strange, they didn’t give him a second thought.
Their putting flowers on his grave, hoping soon he’ll be forgot.
And now shes sitting on his bed, whats she gonna say?
Her father raped her again, and now she has AIDS.
He lifts the bottle to his lips, he pours some in a cup.
He looks around before chugging it down, hoping he wont get caught.
He cuts his wrists to ease the pain, to zone out all the noise.
He hears his mother in the next room, screaming out in pain.
His father took it way too far, her eyes are rolling back.
He leaves the room, he locks the door, he never even looks back.
She hides the bruises on her arm, he said it was her fault.
Her daddy said he loves her, he promises it will stop.
When her friends ask her, “Whats going on?”
She’ll say she only tripped..
But what she doesn’t know is when morning comes, its going to be too late.
I think of the ones who are suffering.
The ones who truly have nothing.
Their homeless and their starving, cant we do something?
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