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Sunshine

October 14, 2011
By Anonymous

(Read what the poems about first)


They were wrong, Sunshine


But it’s too late now
You’re dimming
Painting the snow scarlet

I cut you down, Sunshine
Down from your place in the sky
You’re dimming
I’ve been waiting and watching the sunset.

Would I have stopped it if I knew?
Familiar vinyl catches the sweat off my neck
I’m watching you dim, Sunshine.
Answering my own question.

But Im not driving.
Im strapped in.
Im safe.
But you’re not

You’re dimming.

The author's comments:
Brian was discriminated. For being “a punk” rocker. He was killed in a hit in run in a snowy mall parking lot in a Cadillac driven by Dustin with a few friends in the car. Dustin hollars out the window “I bet he liked that” as he leaves the parking lot to go home. Dustin was a star football player and involved in church. The picture book “good kid” or “whitehats” (the towns name for the good sports players, since they wore white hats with college logos on them) Brian had always been mistreated, so his friends and family say. But he chose that way because he knew that’s who he really was and meant to be. He was an artist who worked constantly painting old junk Cadillac’s and turning them into art. His nick name was “sunshine” because he was always in such good spirts.

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