Little Girl

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Little girl, dressed in white

Sleeping in her room so tight

 

Unaware of what is wrong

As the world moves forward on

 

Until one day, a dorr gaped wide

Where walls before had stood with pride.

 

Fingers of light reached within,

A sun shining on with a bright yellow grin

 

Creeping forward, the girl peered out,

Stepping once on a brand new route

 

And as she stepped, she saw with gleeful mien

A field of color, bright yellow and green.

 

And as she traipsed under sky so blue,

She stained her skirt in places two

 

Streaks of green, like fingers long

Reaching out in envy strong

 

Why whould she have to leave this place?

'Twas hers to find, and hers to take

 

So as she stepped beyond that door

It closed her quiet place forevermore

 

She walked bravely on with feet turned west

A thought in her head that 'twas all for the best

 

And soon she reached a city, black

With smoke reaching high from the tall smokestack

 

Walking forward in a place far too mean

She met a man dressed all in green

 

His teeth baring out in a grin far too wide

He offered a job, then put her aside

 

So in the dark, she worked alone

For years and years, like a dark lonely stone

 

Each day she was treated like the trash underfoot

Her face and skirt smudged with the grainy, black soot.

 

'Til one day she heard a rap on the door

And another man stumbled in on the floor

 

He was dressed all in blue, with his face drawn up tight

And he said to her softly, "Well aren't you a sight."

 

He took her away, from the man with the store,

And he set her up nicely to labor no more

 

At first there were flowers, piled high in lap

But he later denied she walk out, in fear of a trap.

 

She pleaded and begged, to this man who she loved

"Please let me go out, to this world you speak of"

 

Let me find for myself, what all this is about

Let me out," she pleaded "Let me out."

 

He refused once again and took to the drink

In solitude and fear of what his lover thinks

 

So as the flowers shriveled, curled up on her knees

The girl cried alone, no longer at ease

 

She dare not ask again, for fear of his hand

Which once had caressed her, now there to command

 

And when it was done with the anger and drink

It returned to attempt to wipe off the red ink

 

No longer was the world a trap out the door

But a prison inside, with the house and its chores 

 

So the girl, being brave, crept out in the night

To leave her poor lover, 'til he regained his true sight

 

She fled to the place where she started this life

The room with the walls painted nothing but white

 

Past the smokestack drowning in soot full of fear

Past the field where she had once pranced like a deer

 

Over bridges and roads, she ran through the night

'Til once more the room was again in her sight

 

She collapsed at the spot where the door

And she pounded the walls as hard as she could

 

Weeping softly she cried "Let me in, let me in!"

And she sank to the ground, wishing to be within

 

And as morning came, her last wish was granted

And the door disappeared, as if enchanted

 

She crawled on inside, and sat down on the floor

Bringing her knees to her chin, wishing for it to be as before

 

But the stains on her skirt stood out in contrasr

Resisting her wishes the memories held fast

 

Green fingers of envy that started this trip

Black smudges of ash that made fearful heads dip

 

Red splotches of anger, and yellow petals of love

Brown from the mud she had just rose out of

 

"And finally," she cried sinking down on the floor

"Blue, from the tears that are shed more and more."

 

And there she stayed as long as she may

Hoping and wishing to blend into the old way.

Comments

Colorless

Really powerful poem! I love all the symbolism with the colors, so beautiful! If I could make one comment, there were times where the rhyming felt a little awkward. It also fit very well in some places. I think it could be be even more powerful if you had a mix of rhyming and not rhyming.

I love it!

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