Little girl
Ten years old
She went to school one day
Teach said to
Write a poem
She is, to much dismay
Little she knew
How much she'd written
In oh so few small words
Passionate images
From her soul
If only the teacher had heard
But alas and alack
The would be poet
Cut down in the prime of her life
All because
When she read her poem
Though all of her toil
And all of her strife
Was caught on paper
Not a soul could hear, and
The words that she thought they
Would hold so dear
Were gone...
And the teacher said to
Use better puncuation
And the boys forgot
Their infatuation
With goofing, for a moment
To laugh at the words
They didn't undertand
But they thought they had heard
And her best friend after school
Thought it was a joke, a game
And when she reached her house her
Sister thought it just the same
So she rushed up to her room
And let the pillow feel her tears
And she never touched the pen again
For many, many years
And before she died she wrote these words
For all who cared to see:
"My life was lived in silence
Because you never listened to me." |
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