Poetry Project
Sarah White 9-7
If I Were In Charge Of The World
I'd stare and stare,
then maybe stare some more,
then cry and cry and cry at the sight of how poorly we've done.
If I were in charge of the world
There'd be nothing I could do,
Because those big corporations, and
rich people don't play by the rules.
If I were in charge of the world
They still wouldn't give up power
They still wouldn't give up money
They still wouldn't give a chance to those whose chances have shattered
Or maybe I'm just bitter?
Maybe I'm just too scared
If I were in charge of the world
I'd try to help,
I think... I hope,
I'd refuse and demolish corruption,
And I hope my wish isn't a dream,
Because I am only human and through history it seems
That humans just want and want
To be in charge of the world
Crystal Tears
I once met a girl who could smile
Digging for jewels at her brother’s side
They’d joke and laugh all the while
And any and all tears had dried
I once met a girl who was smart
Her teachers would laugh saying skip a grade
Her parents show off their work of art
Her classmates long for the answers with tongues like a blade
I once met a girl who was invisible
Her brother turned away to spent less time with a freak
Their relationship she assumed would be indivisible
Was suddenly turning bleak
I once met a girl who felt invalid
No flowing, flowery words in her view
She laughed when her teacher said write an autobiographical ballad
She barely knew herself so what else could she do?
I once met a girl who had wilted
Not a friend she knew in sight
She was 20 stories up and tilted
She was ready for her first and final flight
I once met a girl who would stare in a crystal
That girl would see herself as she cried
And her fear would be holding a pistol
Cause she realized the girl who could smile had died
Believing In Fairies
I remember when all my wishes seemed to come true.
A star would guide us to where we needed to be.
A love would find us and all we needed to do was wait.
I remember how I was greeted with a smile and a song by my fairies.
I remember how I’d join in and laugh.
My melody carrying my dreams to my star.
My melody charming my love.
My fairies promising me.
My fairies here and alive.
I remember when I told mama about my fairies.
I remember how warm her laugh was.
A cloudy day held at bay because she was around.
A song that was sung at that perfect pitch.
A fairy’s wings soft flutter as it lands to play with you.
I remember the way my fairies watched me as I made mistakes and achievements.
As they cheered me on as I climbed higher.
As they helped me up as I fell off.
As they patted me on the back whispering ‘good job’ or ‘you’ll get it next time’.
That was back when those words had a meaning.
I remember the day my fairies started to whisper to each other.
Their voices soft were snow,
But it wasn't the good kind.
It was the kind that was too dry to play with.
It was the kind that was so hard it was practically ice.
I remember when my fairies had to say good-bye.
That was day I saw the people who lost everything.
That was the day a new baby would be born into a world of nothing.
That was the day I am sure I woke up.
I remember the soft touch of their tears.
I remember the loud screams of mama.
I remember fear.
Not for me,
Not for the people or the baby,
Not even for mama .
But I was scared for the world.
I was scared of the world.
I remember believing in fairies.
I remember believing in humans too.
In the society,
In hopes, and wishes, and dreams.
I remember believing in fairies.
But I've grown up now.
And they say I’m done with believing in fairies.
And I listened because I’m scared to step out of line.
And I believe that society’s opinions of me matters.
And look at me now.
I guess that star forgot to guide itself to me.
I guess that love thinks I waited too long.
I guess we've stopped believing in fairies.
And I guess the fairies have stopped believing in us too.