Lucy

"Lucy,

     Lucy, 

           No." 

She whispers to her hands.

She cries to the company.

We stare, 

     curiously,

          judgementally.

 

She is an angel. 

 

I should speak to her-

     comfort her. 

 

I watch her sob towards her computer screen.

"Lucy,"

I will get up. 

"No," 

I hesitate. 

"Lucy." 

She leaves. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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