2008 poems


in hopes that someone will read this
after it has been done and revealed
I try my best not to scream
because when I do; it just gives me more stresswithin me
When I go to cry- I pray to Jesus 
and ask what's the matter with the economy 
and lots of other stupid ridiculous things?
It's not my place to judge or say
but why do we have to live in a place so beautiful;
yet so many victims of crimes, where does the peace 
of Jesus come in this predicament of crucial words
and all of this hatred of pain and hurt?

(c)Cherisse Powers


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