by Meg Mertens
Death, Despair, Murder
George, Tracy, Willowbrook, More
When will we have rights?
* * *
I was in the house
Mother told me I should die
No one objected
* * *
I tire of seeing the deaths of others
The calm talk, the debate, murder not mercy
They talk of killing our sisters and our brothers
The newspaper coverage pled understanding for his mother, a travesty
People say we don’t understand discrimination
I say, I knew what a hate crime was when I was five
We understand many things well, especially your damnation
George Hodgins never reached twenty three, why do the masses say he was a burden alive?
We should not have to live in terror of our families deciding our worth
I hope one day to read the paper and see a ‘mercy’ murder judged for what it truly is, killing
Many people are caught up in foolishness, judging people by their birth
Until that day comes I will wait, and when it does it will be gratifying
I will always be ready to discuss
About us, not without us.
* * *
Anger, hate, pain, fear
Our numbers have decreased
Our value has not
* * *
A parent hears cries of pain
What we hear is attempts at communication
We are no changeling children, what would we gain?
We did not steal those perfect babies, much to your lamentation
I see your eyes as they look past
My friend is not my handler, I am my own being
If you lived a day like mine, you would not last
I am an expert in myself, something you are not seeing
Mom, what is the matter?
Mom, why do you have that gun?
Mom, why are you crying? I didn’t mean to make you sadder.
Mom, why did you kill your son?
I’m sorry no one saw how unhappy you’ve been
Fin
* * *
George Hodgins, Dead
Does his name ring a bell? No?
I did not think so
I might not be perfect
I’m no changeling, but your child
Why did you kill me?
* * *
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