the voice of the one calling out
i was alone
one night in my room
when suddenly i heard a voice outside
i left my house to check it out
i heard a cry
but not any normal cry
a cry so scared
so mad, so sad
a cry so terrified
that she would nver see the sight of the world again
she was scared that something might happen to her
maybe again, maybe for the first time
i followed the cry
found it and opened the dark door
to find that the voice
WAS ME..
she was crying out for some one to love
her and never hurt her
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world