Poems from beckiejake
Typing was easy --
Writing was hard.
What then was the point of the words
If there lay no meaning behind them?
If no cause stood before...
I am
Not a statistic
Not a number
Not a test score
Not an ethnicity
Not a ranking
I am
Not a sick day
Not a stumbling step
Not a...
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
That sound you can’t escape:
The scream of a new day
Plagued by worries
And fighting
And running
And hurries
And panic...