I dont want to know. <br />I dont want to go. <br />I've heard this story too many times. <br />I sit and laugh and drink my wine. <br />Why should I care about history that lies? <br />It's not like I'll ever hear their cries. <br />I dont understand- and I don't want to <br /> <br />But all of a sudden, all out of the blue, <br />I'm in a different place. <br />They tell me of these crazy ways. <br />And this is where I realize. <br />Of this place that I should despise. <br />That the history is in my blood. <br />The history is inside the ones l love. <br />Its in the bruises and scars that they hold. <br />It is in the stories that must be told. <br />And although I wish it could be a forgoten mystery. <br />I know that I must acknoledge my history.<br /><br />Alyssa Marquardt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dont-want-to-know/
