Why I Became A Poet
Little girls don't listen
And little boys just tease
Teachers try to help
And mommy cannot this pain ease.
Who will hear me?
Who will care?
Who will want to hear my inner thoughts
And my inner prayers?
Maybe if I just put it out there
For the whole world to know
So with this pencil, and this paper
To another world I go.
I don't have any friends
I don't have any games to play
But as long as I have my writing
My smile never goes away.
This poem is about:
Me