This piece was inspired by Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
This piece exemplifies the butterfly effect, such as changing the past will affect the future greatly. Natasha is the speaker of the poem she was killed in a drive-by and her best friend Starr saw it all…Now, what would happen if Natasha did not get shot? How would this effects Starr future?
Coldly lying there
You look as if you are a mannequin
Tears pouring down my eyes
I touch your smooth skin that they layered with foundation for a disguise
The layers were there only to hide what they had done
Because beneath them I can still see the stitches that were placed
But now that you are gone they will forever be erased.
Flashbacks in my head renewed
A sleepover in the middle of June
Laughing and playing.
Little did we know the next morning in the street you’d be laying
Lifeless, as blood trickled through your beautiful curly hair that always smelled like coconut oil
And we didn’t know when we were laughing and playing that you’d be buried 6 ft beneath the soil.
They knew who you were and moving wasn’t enough
King had to get revenge on your dad even if it meant he would be cuffed.
But I was going to miss you
This was an issue
This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t still alive.
For you to live I had to die.
The night grew on and I couldn’t sleep
I couldn’t eat
I am 10 and I always was
When I awake
I am in my room and it was all dream
Outside I hear the sounds of ice cream …
I hear other kids playing in the fire hydrant
Laughter and happiness and not one siren.
I am running out in my bathing suit coming to find you
Pushing through Mav’s store door with no clue
No clue what was going to happen
I pulled you out and in the fire hydrant, we began to play.
Until BANG… BANG …BANG
Turns out that the coconut oil was the blood that was running through my hair
But I would never have had it any other way
If it meant for you to see another beautiful day
Although now so high my soul will soar.
Because Starr you are “Something to live for and something to die for”Tags: The U SchoolTheHateUGive