She Told Me To

She Told Me To prose poem

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She told me to../She hold my hand while i wallow in cry, war has end that was what i thought it will be, destruction in captive , that is what we will all be, soldiers against us, that what it will always be, it has changes with my curiosity, table’s has turn, as my head, open the flood gates, because i can’t exhale them, hold me tight, in never let go of me with all your might, just waiting, my family listened intently to the announcements on the radio like game delayed athletes hoping for a change of weather report, i’m a person hard to tell when i say things about myself, as the man in the moon himself, i listen to my mother’s words as i was about to die, i listen to my father’s word as like i need to live not die, i listen to my sister’s cry’s, knowing i need to but i can’t, i’m scared but i can’t show it, i have courage but i keep to myself, there’s no time for toy’s, no time for school, no time to say i hate myself, breath’s will never calm the frighten, the fist ready to fight, they have gun’s, i have hands, they have amor, i have skin, they have helmet’s, i have my skull, i have heart, my vote is heart in courage, in my ear my mother whisper, “fight with all your heart my son”, In that’s what i’m going to do.With courage, By: shaelin lovelace

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