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I renamed them all Hope
She caught my eye
and though we never met
I felt like it was my responsibility to
find out who she was
Sheena Bradford
I get closer
visually taking in her brown eyes,short black hair, and light skin
I could have known or seen her before
So I drew closer
I wanted to know more
She looked about 13
smiling so hopeless
I renamed her Hope
she needed it
she needed someone to see her
to let her image engrave into our minds
because she was one of the many children
that were left behind ...and taken
last seen with her friend John
who was no longer trackable as well
so I take a look at him
resembling a familiar face to my own memory
I see my brother
so I changed his name to Hope too
never thinking all the times I passed by Wal-Marts entrance
there were eyes on the wall watching me
there were lives on the wall watching me
while my concentration was only on groceries
I became so overwhemed and angered
all these people different ages,ethnicites with different situations
were able to slip under the radar
leaving this piece of paper as a reminder
that they are no longer here
because we lost and can not find them
or maybe they are there
we just rarely take the time to smell the roses
so why would we take the time to see the Hopes
or become theirs
every grocery store,library,light post, even some billboards
hold their faces
I renamed them all Hope
and now I keep comparing them to the Mona Lisa
finding myself asking the same questions
were they happy?
what were their thoughts like?
what kind of dreams and goals did they have?
knowing it wasn't to hang on this wall
I wonder if I found them
would their story be
they were lost, taken,killed or did they run
disapper to the unimaginable heaven above the sun
but somehow I see heaven down here in all their eyes
I walk away holding all faces
you may have met them once
at a slight glance
only to recognize them by the boldest name above them
Missing
