Secret Life of Bees- I Am Poem

Wynne Hobbs

I Am Poem

I Am

I am fourteen years old and a murderer
I wonder about what would have been
I hear screams. At me.
I see darkness. Everywhere. Why?
I want my mother back
I am fourteen years old and a murderer

I pretend to be someone I'm not
I feel like I'm living a lie
I touch her gloves, her picture, running my hands along them.
I worry they will find out.
I cry When I think of what I've done
I am fourteen years old and a murderer

I understand "All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself."
I say I'll fess up some day
I dream about her being back with me
I try to do the right thing
I hope he won't find me
I am fourteen Years old and a murderer