I got review on my "Who I Am" poem. I decided to finish something I started with the last lines.

My pen isn't dry,

Lets see where it bleeds.

Maybe on the morrow,

When all is bleak.

Maybe on the wars,

Perhaps an end.

Maybe on History,

Like a stain.

Maybe on my family,

Who think I write for time.

Maybe on schoolmates,

That think I'm off track.

Maybe on people,

Like a fountain of hope.

Maybe on you,

Who needed it most.