Christmas Turns Crimson

• Tamika Lang, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Cracked sharpeners give smiles.
Broken records make white noise.
Plead and share with little 3 toys.
Hour walks to fields and parts no one sees.
Red patches, red lines, tears bigger than seas.
Frail, not for the heat of the summer sun at all.
Fake and forget the promises that stall.
Clouds and wind means calm and clean.
Pray to a god to never be seen.
Cold showers don't freeze blood dripping from knee.
Bad wishes, fake smiles, perfect pictures to me.
Lady and lad, certainly sad.
Don't you love the perfect Christmas that I have?