J.R.

I made this poem to express my feelings about different types of people that are supposed to be good people but sometimes aren’t.

People in authority

Mama, My Role Model

You want me to be a better person but…

Leaving me on the left

Nana, My Caretaker

Hated the way my parents treated me but did the same

I thought you were my chain breaker

Sarah, My Guardian

You approved further trauma

I was hoping you would take me out of this drama

Pastor Jeff, The Supposed Healer

You tell us to pray

But do you obey?

Mr. President, The Worlds Model

Trying to stop crimes

But making families cry

I hope people realize that the world is falling apart

I wish to see peace

Where do we start?