
A Poem about Racial Injustice
By Hannah M. Childs
Hannah is a freshman at Northwest High School in Cincinnati, Ohio. She enjoys writing, drawing, playing the piano, singing and spending time with her brother watching anime.
The grass was green, the pond was blue, I was happy, and my daddy was too.
He looked at me and smiled, I did the same.
This was truly a happy day.
Flashing lights approached us, red and blue, Those lights were beautiful, I would later regret thinking.
A man came out in blue, he seemed mean.
My daddy smiled at me and talked to the man for a while, Until he never came back.
He went with the man, with his hands behind his back.
I wonder, when is daddy coming back?
Mama ran to me, in tears, yelling something awful.
I went home, confused and curious, Mama went home, angry and on the phone.
When is daddy coming back?
Days passed, then weeks, he still didn’t come back.
Months passed, my heart filled with anger, Our dad left us, for the man in blue.
Mama cried, I cried too.
We did not know what to do.
Months later, we went to a room, A big room, with lots of people, A big man sat in a big chair, he had a hammer.
A lady asked, how old are you? I put two fingers up.
Tears went down her face, I wondered why? I then saw daddy, I smiled.
I knew he didn’t leave us after all.
Daddy looked at me with sadness in his eyes, but he still smiled. I was in that room, for days it seemed.
Too much talking, I couldn’t understand any of it.
Then I heard the big man with the hammer say GUILTY!
He slammed that hammer with a passion.
I jumped from my seat and saw mama crying loudly.
Mama jumped up and yelled, she yelled louder than before.
I covered my ears, I was scared.
Everything went like a blur, too much was going on.
But one thing I remember was seeing mama.
She was lying on the floor, and she said one thing to me.
Baby, your daddy is gone.
It wasn’t until my days got shorter, and I got older, I truly understood what she meant.
Daddy didn’t leave us, the blue man took him away from us, For no reason whatsoever.
Great work young lady. Your words and imagery are clear and powerful, and quite needed at this time. You should be proud of it, and your father, whom I have known for quite a long time is right to be proud of you.
This poem was very emotional and well articulated! Continue on your road to success.
Oh! such passion coming from one so young!! What a wonderful gift. God bless you.
Wow, girl! That is strong! You have a gift for telling a story. I had your talented daddy in class so I know it is not about him but rather the state of the world. Great job!
Absolutely Beautiful, full of passion
This poem is very touching and rings true for countless families. We have to continue to work together as a community to help meet needs during their absence, and support them during their reunification.
A beautiful and deeply thoughtful piece
Wow awesome wonderful gift
Oh my goodness that was beautiful and well said ?? god has truly given you a gift use it for His Glory??
What a powerful and awesome poem coming from my beautiful and gifted granddaughter. I am so proud of you Hannah. ????? ??
Awesome