Mommy. The Faucet is running.
I can't hold it in
The one holding the knob
Turned it again
Mommy. The Faucet is pouring
Rain down my face
Anger and hatred
Because of my race
Mommy. Help!
The Faucet is running
Red this time
I feel dizzy
But I feel this pain all the time
Mommy. The Faucet is oozing
Blood all over the sink
My secrets weren't able to keep
Mommy. I can't stand
My Faucet is leaking
Like my eyes
Because they can't see past my lies
Mommy. My Faucet is dripping
Coming to an end
I wish I still had my dear friend
Mommy. The Faucet is dry
The noose is hung
I'm saying goodbye
Mommy the faucet is rusted
Lay me down with their lies
Because this is the last time you'll see me in your life
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the heart of Ariel Cross
PoetryThis is a poem. Interpret it as you will. This is all emotions, so don't accuse this of bullying. This poem was made out of past experiences, and is made to stop racism. With that being said, enjoy!
