July 27, 2020
By: Anna Johnson
By Anna Johnson
There's a story
A story you don't know.
There are tears stuck to the window
Like you're stuck to your privilege.
There are screams
As loud as the music you play.
There is anger
As angry as you are when you don't get what you want.
There is sadness
As sad as you are for life not going your way.
There is ignorance
From the ones who drown in power.
There is silence
From the ones who can't climb out of their privileged walls.
And then there is the story.
The story of them and you
You see Christmas with lights
You see joy and happiness
You see sadness for seconds until it is gone
You see food
You see a roof
You see life, a future, a past to cherish.
They see despair
They see blood at their dining table
They see pain at their porch
Bedrooms with the screams of lost souls
Children don't play outside
Oh no, they don't.
There is pain and hurting
On all our stories
Yours is a story they'll remember.
Theirs is a story many will forget like it was fiction
Another page to history.
Until you crawl through the silence
Crawl through the silence and scream.