Here are two little self indulgent poems I have written. One does not rhyme and more of thoughts than a poem but the other does.
I am a child my journey has Just begun. Still waiting for direction on what lies ahead.
The sounds of a firm voice letting me know if I am doing the right thing or not.
Wondering if I should temp fait, wondering if there is a god, wondering if I should tell someone. Have I done something bad.
Suddenly I wake from a nightmare and there to comfort me is my mother who tells me
everything will be ok, her warm embrace, her special smile, her tenderness, then back to sleep I go to dream again except this time my dreams will be
nice dreams. Dreams of a place where everyone is equal, no prejudice, surrounded by people I love and care for and they too love me in return not for the
person they see on the outside but for the person I am on the inside.
I am a child my jouney has just begun.
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If I were a boy, I would climb a mountain
stand so high just like a fountain
gather sticks to make a fire
build a fence with lots of wire
if I were a boy, there would be no doubting
that I'm a girl all bar the shouting.
Sara.