A selection of quality (and not-so- quality) works from quality (and not-so-quality) people. You decide which is which. An experiment of sorts in my mind and others, this is what you the faithful readers and writers make it. Have fun with it! Write poetry without judgment.
Monday, October 5, 2009
My Turn
They tell me I am a child
That I can't do anything
Well, what do they know?
I stand in front of the giraffe
Sucker in hand--strawberry--my favorite flavor
Hoping to reach as tall
As the animal before me
What do they know?
I learn-ed from Mrs. Peabody at school that giraffes eat leaves
And their height works for them
That gots to count for something
Can I? I can!
Be a zookeeper--a vet?
A poet
A artist--Mrs. P. always says my drawings rock her world --
Teacher
Doctor
Fireman
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up
I hate those words
I can also be a mommy too.
Can I save lives?
This scarf is scratchy.
So is this hood.
Why did sissy make me wear this jacket?
They say "Hush Child."
They say "Go Play."
But it's not about "Hushing" and "Playing"
They know that.
But what they don't know
Is that I know too.
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Oh, Precious. :-) I love this one.
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