Fly Free Abonit
I’m miserable! Completely miserable! My life is boring and never changes. Wake up, go to school, leave school, chores, homework, work, dinner, sleep, repeat. Never changes! My parents are miserable too! Divorced, single, working at a dead end job.
I often think about dying, I’m an only child, it won’t matter. Nobody would miss me…maybe my bullies would. I tried dying once, now I have to go to counseling at school. Suicide. They don’t like to say that word. Adults fill kids with racism, false hope, and their opinions. Kids used to pull my hair and call me mean words. Go back to your country! You don't belong here! Your kind is taking my jobs! They tell their kids women are inferior to men. Take away their rights. People of color don’t have rights. Make America great again!
I get yelled at on the streets, my hair cut short because white people can't keep their hands to themselves, or their opinions
I made up my mind. Today’s the day. I walk up to the school roof, they give us access because they put up a fence surrounding the edge. I could easily climb that, and I will. I scale the fence as people shout for me to get down. Someone calls for the teacher, but I don’t care. I just want to be free of all this hate, pain, lack of love. I stand, balanced on the top of the fence.
I’ve always wanted to feel the wind from up here, always wanted to fly without help from an airplane. The teacher runs to the fence be careful she shouts at me, but I made my peace. I can’t stay here any longer. I turn around carefully almost falling when I do. My peers and teachers look at me with concern.
Where was that concern when I was bullied. When my fathers beatings showed up on my skin visibly each day. Maybe they’ll regret it when I die, probably not. I’m just another person society failed. I take one last look basking in the attention I should have received from my family. I lean back and people scream for me. Funny enough none of them know my name. I’ve known these people since elementary school. I close my eyes, feeling weightless and finally, finally free. Goodbye world. At least I died with a smile on my face
