My AMAZING granddaughter made this poem up! I am so very PROUD of her... Alyssa Nicole My poem called ...THEM GIRLS... They look, And stare, But just never talk, Well they dont talk to me. I hear them, In the class, Even the hall. I hear their laughs, And whispers, But just ignore it, Because I know what their saying, Under their breath, Just dont want to believe it. Its only this class, The big lucky three, Ha...lucky, Thats funny. They sit in a group, They look at me, But only when Im not looking. I sit, Not talking, Not moving, Just sit. Sometimes I go, Go far away, To another world, My world, Where everything is happy, And I can be myself, Where nobody can judge, Nobody will hurt anymore. Then, I flash back, To reality, Where I am hurt, Where nobody is happy, Especially me, Where those kids, In the group, Sit there, Laughing, At me. Me, Still sitting, I count the seconds, Minutes, An hours go by, Just waiting to hear that bell, The beautiful sound that releases me, Releases me from this horrible class. RIIIIING The bell, I get up, Get my stuff, And walk out, Like nothing is going on. I go back to pretending, But sadly, I have to go back to that class. I go home, Eat, Cuz Im fat, At least thats what them girls think, After I eat, I go, Go to the toilet, Sit on the floor, Bend over the toilet, Stick my fingers in my mouth, And throw up all the food, So I can be pretty, Skinny, Happy, Like THEM GIRLS.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Feb 2014 03:02:53 +0000
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