Loftrún Utyard, 10th - Arlington, VA
Maybe you’re twelve or thirteen, and you think- You’re in a world where if you were are at a party- And things went south Someone would come pick you up. And even if it’s dark Or the thing that happened wasn't even that bad There’s someone on the other end of the phone Who cares about your well-being And they drive you home Only asking questions if you want questions to be asked As you Look out the window at all the lights and neons And you’re so thankful For adults- Who will come and get you. And maybe now You’re fifteen or sixteen And you're at a party- or somewhere worse Things aren’t going good at all. And you feel the cool, solid feel of the concrete Beneath your legs and that dress that’s a little too short- And you get out your phone Quietly And call for someone To come take you home The first one you call doesn’t even pick up And the second one, Tells you it’s all your fault in the first place And you don’t have any friends Any that drive- anyways. So you sit there Fearful Of the adults that are coming to get you In a different way. Comments are closed.
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AuthorsStudents 6th-12th Grades month
November 2024
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