Christina Cook

National Collegiate Preparatory Public Charter School



I’m Invincible

I’m underneath the graves of sorrow;

I’m above you all in the lineup,

or call it the pipeline.

I come over you like a shadow

I can’t be touched, I’m like a wildflower

I’m soft on the inside, hard on the outside of the line.

I go behind a door, like a window on a balcony

I come between you like ham and cheese on a Sunday.

Within 5 miles, I’d be there, up

to your level of alignment

when it’s called.

I’m a ghost going through your nightmares

but I’ll be stuck in your mind

like a wishbone, or thoughts and sorrow.