I am three women.
I play two parts well.
I am a teacher and a daughter.
It is the secret me that is my shame.
I hear the bell ring.
Eager to please.
Enforse the Golden Rule.
I whisper to myself,
"I know why I was born."
After school, I run home.
First things first,
I call my mother.
We talk for hours.
I will always be there for her.
Now I am alone, alone with my shame.
I am dirty, useless, untouchable.
I feel alone, rejected.
I am dying.
I have HIV.
A contest entry
- Who are you? I want to know. by samantha jean.
1100 points, ended January 3, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The last verse tore my heart out.
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Wow. When I started this, it kept my mind reeling at what the third life could be. That was not one of the possibilities. Great job. You kept the reader thinking about the poem through reading it, and then resolved it in a way that keeps the reader thinking about it.
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Wow, that is so moving!
The last verse is so sad, i started to cry!
Good luck!
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