The child is
the middle one
the older and younger
have all the fun
This poem is about
a particular girl
whose hair was not straight
nor did it curl
She did not have
the best of vision
She had an awkward
disposition
She had an older brother
and a little sister
so when she was gone
nobody missed her.
One moment she's talking
with her mom
the next, she's still talking
but her mom is gone
If she has a problem
no one is listening
so she sits in her room
with her eyes glistening
Tears streaming
down her cheak
when she feels
the most weak
Her siblings get
away with murder
but when it's her death
no one heard her
Bad decisions are
what her siblings make
but this girl, her decision
is a stupid mistake
How could her faily
be so numb?
to ask her how
she could be so dumb
She's got talents
no one else has
but if her siblings sneeze
it's cause to spaz
She is a musician
and an artist
and ther is
one more to list
This girl is a poet
writing about the sweet and tart
she wrote this poem
because it came from my heart.
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