We Are Followers, Not Leaders A Found Poem by Alyssandra Edwards
Night passed to morning.
A family would never see their child again,
Because of one mistake of a group of teens,
That had nothing better else to do.
She was a heavy girl,
Desperate to find friends,
And lead the gangsta stereotype,
And the suppose exciting life.
But that night, it came crashing down.
Several people witnessed the fight;
Not one interceded this repulsive act;
Now the assailants are weeping in court.
We're told girls don't do this sort of thing,
But this must be all very true,
If girls are being found guilty,
And sentenced to life.
We will never be able to reconcile,
The conventional picture of adolescent girls,
With a violent and cruel matter,
After this passing of an innocent victim.
A family would never see their child again,
Because of one mistake of a group of teens,
That had nothing better else to do.
She was a heavy girl,
Desperate to find friends,
And lead the gangsta stereotype,
And the suppose exciting life.
But that night, it came crashing down.
Several people witnessed the fight;
Not one interceded this repulsive act;
Now the assailants are weeping in court.
We're told girls don't do this sort of thing,
But this must be all very true,
If girls are being found guilty,
And sentenced to life.
We will never be able to reconcile,
The conventional picture of adolescent girls,
With a violent and cruel matter,
After this passing of an innocent victim.