Poem: Alone

By Ray Anna Romero, 18 years old, student

Is it time to live,

Or is it time to die,

Is it time to love,

Or is it time to fly.

I don’t get this mess,

That leads to stress,

That makes us young girls/ boys lead to death,

Baby girl/boy don’t fret,

Put down that leather belt,

It’s not your time to go as yet.

Your story is not yet told,

Wait and see what your life unfold,

For you are covered in green and gold elegant,

As the world is cold.

By Ray Anna Romero, 18 years old, student