Poem: Tennessee

Tennessee

“What is your name?”
She asked the little boy with no shoes.
The boy looked at her and said,
“Tennessee.”

She asked the little boy with no shoes,
“Where are you from?”
“Tennessee,”
the boy told her.

“Where are you from?”
The woman in Alabama asked again.
The boy told her,
“Tennessee.”

The woman in Alabama asked again,
“What is your name?”
“Tennessee,”
the boy said with some confusion.

“What is your name?”
The woman now puzzled asked.
The boy said with some confusion,
“Tennessee.”

The woman now puzzled asked,
“Where’s your mother and father?”
“Tennessee,”
the boy said with certainty.

“Where’s your mother and father?”
The woman, just trying to understand asked again.
The boy said with certainty,
“Tennessee.”

The woman, just trying to understand asked again,
“What is your name?”
“Tennessee,”
the little boy said.

“What is your name?”
The woman asked, hoping the boy would understand.
The little boy said,
“Tennessee.”

The woman asked, hoping the boy would understand,
“Will you come somewhere with me, so we can get you some help?”
“Tennessee?”
A question was asked with tears.

“Will you come somewhere with me, so we can get you some help?”
The woman asked as she fell to the ground in despair.  Looking at the boy,
a question was asked with tears,
“What is your name?”

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Poem: confusion

The walls crumble,
the storm pours,
the sirens go off,
and it’s all confusion.