Bless Me Ultima: Found Poem

By: Christopher Acosta

Childhood Knowledge

There are so many things

I wanted answers to

But knowledge comes slowly.

As you grow into manhood

You must find your own truths

Yet becoming a man was learning to sin

And all men sin.

Weak, Powerless, Confused.

Having no knowledge of the impending doom.

A person who did good

Lost their life.

A person who had taken a life

Was free and unpunished.

Why did such things happen?

I tried to learn

And again the pain and sadness spread to my soul.

Everything I believed in seemed wrong.


(Anaya 33, 34, 59, 81, 118, 119, 186, 197)

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