Poetry by Sadie Tremblay

Attention Passengers

In the event of an emergency
I'm not going to lie to you
The plane could run out of gas and crash
To be honest, we'll all crash too
There aren't any parachutes under your seats
But, due to the screaming baby behind you
Exploding in midair could be a relief
Don't be shocked when I tell you
The plane doesn't actually float
It's not intended to be submerged in water
If you expected that, you should have taken a boat
Worried about your baggage?
I can tell you it's probably not on this plane
For all any of us know, it's still stuck in New Jersey or on it's way to somewhere like Spain
And this turbulence you're feeling
Won't go away
In fact, the pilot is now thinking
That this flight should have been delayed
Despite all of these problems
We hope you had a nice flight
And want to thank you for choosing our airline
And apologize because your destination is nowhere in sight

Too Small

The world is too small
To be caged
Locked behind iron bars and concrete
Life waits
The world is too small
To be plain
Screaming in color to defeat the grey
Words seep
The world is too small
For war
Pounding rock with bleeding fists
They fight
The world is too small
For walls
Separated and concealed by painted protests
Lines are drawn