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Rachel Joy Scott Poetry, Quotations and Art

Rachel Joy Scott loved poetry and wanted to be a writer. She was one of the students who died at Columbine, but her words live on. In addition to Rachel's poetry, this page contains poems written by family members and other poets who mourned the senseless tragedy and celebrated her life and work. The movie I'm Not Ashamed was based on her life and journal entries; it stars Masey McLain as Rachel Joy Scott.

I won't be labeled as average.
—Rachel Joy Scott

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I have this theory
that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion,
then it will start a chain reaction of the same.
People will never know how far a little kindness can go.
—Rachel Joy Scott

Here is an inspirational quote by Rachel Joy Scott that has not only become a poem, but a form of visual art:

Compassion is the greatest form of love humans have to offer.
—Rachel Joy Scott

Just passing by
Just coming through
Not staying long
I always knew
This home I have
Would never last
—Rachel Joy Scott

Rachel Scott's hands drawing

Before she died, Rachel Scott drew this haunting picture with thirteen tears that may have prophesied her fate, and the fate of the other victims. But perhaps the rose being watered by the tears symbolizes love and compassion ... did Rachel predict that her death and those of her friends would lead to a new flowering of love and compassion?

Rachel's Tears

According to her family, Rachel loved blue butterflies. Here is a poem of mine that I have dedicated to her memory:

For Rachel Joy Scott, with Butterflies
by Michael R. Burch

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails, when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream while winter scowls
and nights compound dark frosts with snow?
Where does the butterfly go?

Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief's a banked fire's glow,
where does the butterfly go?

And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?

Here is a poem of Rachel's that shows her independence and desire to chart her own path and destiny:

Create in me
Invest in me
I will create my own dream,
my own image, my own future.
No one else can do that for me.
—signed Rachel Joy in her journal, in which she wrote immediately above the poem, in prose: "I am my own responsibility. Feel no obligation, because I will be no one's success story but my own."

Spurred on in part by writings in the notebooks and diaries left behind by his daughter, Darrell Scott — the son of an Episcopalian minister, though he himself is adamantly non-denominational — quit his job, set up a non-profit organization called The Columbine Redemption, and embarked on a grueling schedule of speaking engagements all across the United States to spread his message.

On May 2nd, Rachel wrote in her journal: “This is my last year Lord. I have gotten what I can. Thank you.” She also drew a picture, known as Rachel’s Tears; it has two eyes with thirteen tears falling down. Her parents believe that Rachel somehow knew that she and twelve other people were going to die within a year.

Darrell Scott said: "Rachel had a unique way of tilting her head to the side when she was thinking seriously. And I remember her beautiful smile. Rachel had an inward motivation to accomplish as much as possible. Whenever she sensed an injustice being done to someone, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant it was, indignation rose up within her. She was always ready to stand up for anyone who she felt was mistreated."

According to Dana Scott, Rachel's big sister, she had a great sense of humor. She once recorded a voicemail on their home phone that said, “You have reached Queen Rachel and her humble servants … please leave a message after the beep.” Her middle name, Joy, was truly one of the best ways to describe her fun-loving personality.

Rachel's Challenge was started by Rachel's dad and stepmom, Darrell and Sandy Scott, when they realized that the writings and drawings Rachel left not only had an impact on her friends and classmates, but also resonated with students around the world. Although Rachel was a typical teenager who wrote about her "ups and downs," she had a passion and conviction that she would someday change the world. The Scott family knew her story and passion had to be told to inspire others to make their world a better place. More than 18 million people have been touched by Rachel's message, and they continue the legacy of making a difference in their communities. Each year at least two million more people are added to that number. In one survey, 78% of students indicated they would definitely intervene in a bullying incident in their school after seeing Rachel's Challenge. In a recent 24 month period, Rachel's Challenge received more than 450 emails from students who indicated that they changed their mind about taking their own life after hearing Rachel's Challenge.

Rachel's Challenge is a non-profit, non-political, non-religious organization based in Littleton, Colorado, a suburb of Denver.

This lovely, touching poem was written for Rachel Joy Scott the night of her death, by her cousin and close friend Sarah Scott:

Angel of Mine
by Sarah Scott

Looking down, seeing despair
Only leaving a soul searching for air
Feeling the warmth, seeing the light
Reaching for wings for the eternal flight
Slipping away from this world today
Angel of mine you've found your way.
Let my love be the wind beneath your wing
As you rejoice in heaven and sing.
Angel of mine
Your face will make the heavens so bright
With your beauty, grace, and loving spirit.

Darrell Scott is the father of Rachel Joy Scott, the first of the thirteen victims of the Columbine High School massacre. Rachel was a beautiful 17-year-old girl, and an aspiring writer and actress. Her father wrote the poetic lines below four days before speaking to Congress on the subject of the mass killings of students and teachers, the role of the NRA, and gun control:

Your laws ignore our deepest needs
Your words are empty air.
You've stripped away our heritage.
You've outlawed simple prayer.

Now gunshots fill our classrooms.
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere.
And ask the question "WHY"? ...

Darrell Scott has helped create an organization called Rachel's Challenge, which works to combat school violence and bullying.

I will put honesty before the risk of humiliation.
—Rachel Joy Scott

Trust and honesty is an investment you put in people.
—Rachel Joy Scott

I admire those who trust and are trustworthy.
—Rachel Joy Scott

How many of us have enough trust, strength, and faith to believe that we could do the impossible?
—Rachel Joy Scott

Here are some of the comments written on Rachel's casket by her friends and loved ones ...

Rachel's Casket: an Outpouring of Love and Affection

Tomorrow is not a promise, but a chance.
—Rachel Joy Scott

Related pages: Sandy Hook Poems, Aurora Poetry, Santa Fe Poems, Columbine Poems, Courtni Webb's Sandy Hook Poem and Possible Expulsion, Darfur Poems, Gaza Poems, Haiti Poems, Hiroshima Poems, Holocaust Poems, Nakba Poems, 911 Poems, Trail of Tears

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