Calton High

I write a book A story sweet It’s pages filed With love’s strong beat The story is made Of boys and girls Who live their lives in peace and quiet. When Ben Appeared, The schedule changed, And all was moved anew. Yet even while this story plays out, Another takes her place. She watches through a colored lens, And slowly learns to care. The people have more stories than this, More scenes that made them them, Then can be seen by normal eyes And that’s a lesson learned The protagonist, er, let’s call her Liz She walks along a lonely street The weight of five lies on her back. Until some hands come reaching out With friendly voices, bright and strong They help her learn to stand Until she’s dancing on that stage A full house comes to watch and cheer Her independence has been gained She rises tall and lifts her voice She creates boundaries Says “I have done this for too long, The fight is yours as well.” And slowly gives the burden back To those who pushed it onto her Liz also learns to love another Whom she judged impulsively She learns her inclinations Were formed ly lack of information And knowledge can cause change. Her biases were incorrect, She knows that now, and so can you. So while the shift caused a scare It left the people better there Through days and months They learned the truth That all are created equal.