Pages of Yesterday

Jamey

I sometimes hear the sound of a cello

Playing from my childhood memories

Am I still a child in Heaven?

I was a foreigner in my own skin

Foreign in a society with more faces

Than hearts

I crawled my way to solace

Behind the impersonal Dell screen

On to a channel interconnected with people who I thought

Cared

The truth is that nobody cares about you

I started to stop caring about myself

My mother thought I was stronger than this

Nobody is ever stronger than their oppressor

I was as strong as my sanity

There was only one way I could save myself

My name is Jamey Rodemeyer

I am fourteen, gay

And the police won’t release the details of how I saved myself.