'Sam And I' Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

On November of 1963, Sam Randall and I hid under a waterfall.
The cold, thick, and sugary sweet waterfall separated us from the rest of the world.
The waterfall became our disguise.
It wasn't like we were fugitives, we were just two kids.
But the ignorant world saw us as freaks and we were the ones that were being denied.
Sam and I

Before I saved us, we weren't like by other kids at our school.
There dumb jocks, spirited princesses, over testosteroned wildebeasts, and senseless, face-painted barbies.
Sam and I were jumped on constantly but still managed to outsmart the popular pack.
Afterall, they were narrow-minded fools.

They thought they knew what was best but was dangerous and moving.
They told us we were wrong but we didn't listen, because nature was on our side.
But unfortuantely the critics were still dangerous and moving around us.
Sam and I

I was her sympathy- I felt her pain.
When she was pushed around, so was I.
When she cried, I cried, too.
She believed to walk in hell alone, down and blue, but like a bird above her head, I flew.
Just like a bird above her head, I flew.

Right here in our favorite secret place, I held Sam with embrace.
Hope was with her on that day.
The waterfall became our new friend.
The waterfall was our place of romance.
In many languages the waterfall assured us that we were free.

Without an end...1,2,3...she danced...she was happy.
Without an end...1,2,3...she danced...she was happy.
And you know what?
So was I.

We can't be broken.
We're still here in our waterfall-two lovers.
Sam and I
We can't be wrong.
We're still here in our waterfall-two lovers.
Sam and I.


(This poem came to after watching an episode of 'Cold Case' about Sam Randall believing she was a boy. Her father placed her in hospital hoping the doctors would give her a mind of a girl. The shocked her brain and died. Has there ever been times or things you wished you could change? I didn't like the outcome of this episode, so I decided to change it and make it happy ending.)