red letters
By Celia Helen Cash, Kenai
writing in red, writing in red
my words are dripping
from the tip of my weapon.
tired of being, tired of seeing
alone and misunderstood.
people turned their backs
and looked the other way.
they say words are mighty
but won’t let me have my say!
loosing your cool with fists
and angry rants doesn’t bring peace.
it’s not in being alone
that i feel lost and lonely
but in the world full of faces.
i’ve been exiled from my homeland
and my roots are calling me
to go see my daughter and brother
since they cannot get here easily.
words in red circle my head
knowing what i know...
i must continue to spread
my story of how i lost my mom.
in hopes that someday tears
of sadness and remorse will be shed.
