Juliet Grant

Remember the girl?

She’s in second grade,

Maybe

Blond brown curls

Blue green eyes.

She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence

Chipped green paint

Constantly

all the time

I feel like crying

I've just had enough

enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing

enough of depressing experiences and losses;

I didn't even realize how old she was

and she's not even my cat

and I didn't know her all that well

but I'm still crying

because she's not going to be there anymore

No matter how far I run

how loud I scream

how hard I try

I'm never fast enough

never loud enough

never good enough.

Because even if I am,

I'm not.

Can you hear the roar of the crowd? 

The thousands of people, 

Kids, teens, adults and seniors. 

All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government. 

We will not be silenced. 

We must change or She shall die,

Our selfishness causes Her to cry.

Whispering wind in my ear,

Her desperate cry for me to hear.