AshA Poem by River PageAsh I spent five years of my life
hiding poems like this from my mother so she wouldn’t burn them. Just like Caligula burned the
Christians before the Christians started burning the Jews. And poetry. I know how people are kinder when
someone wants them dead. That love is patient and kind. And I will scream that truth at the
top of my lungs like the Westbero Baptist Church screamed F****t at Matthew
Sheppard’s funeral. Regardless I still believe the
world is beautiful. Because last week I saw a video of
a little Syrian girl shaking in a puddle of her mother’s blood. We studied The Holocaust every year
in high school but they never taught us that there are death camps from Rwanda
to Damascus and we’re more concerned with Kim Kardashian’s a*s. Would someone please tell me how we
can learn so little from the past, while running so quickly into the future we
forgot how we got here? And how do we have the right to
complain that our Nike’s are too tight when the nine year old boy who made them
is so thin that he cant keep his blue jeans up. And no mama I don’t afraid of hell.
Because it’s the place the Devil
went to get away from here. Because I’ve seen more saints and
prophets in cardboard boxes and w***e houses then I’ve ever seen in white
steeple churches. So leave my poems alone and give a
dollar to that man with a cardboard sign and a cigarette in his mouth. Because I don’t need a god to know
what love is. © 2013 River PageReviews
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Added on February 19, 2013Last Updated on February 19, 2013 AuthorRiver PageTXAboutMy name is River Page. I am sixteen and live in Texas. Yes my real name is River, but I'm not pulling out my Social Security Card to prove it. So, my fav's. Music- Florence and the Machine, The Lu.. more..Writing
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