Crying over Spilled
Whether gay or straight
There was no matter
Until time and experiences
Started to gather
New people and ideas
Came to surface
And this young man
Had found his place
He will run and he will lead
After three elections going unsuccessfully
Finally in office
For less than a year
This country's population
Was full of fear
You are said to be a martyr
For gay rights
Your life was taken
Without a fight
He will always be remembered
By everyone in this country
Harvey Milk's name will always be heard
-Breanne Howdyshell
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Wow great poem! It is no surprise that you read this out loud in front of the class. You tell an inspiring and sad story that i really enjoyed reading. NICE!!!!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know he was killed...that's sad.
ReplyDeleteGreat Job!
ReplyDeleteI love the title.
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