Cruel taunting, Unwanted attention And people staring. The pain is strong, Yet she holds it inside Not letting them know How it hurts to be laughed at. For awhile things seem to get better, Then out of the blue It all starts again. Why does this have to happen? Will there ever be a day When all kids are accepted For who they are And not for what they wear Or who they hang with during recess? Her intelligence is so great She is in a completely different world Than the other children around her. Yet this very intelligence, Which should be praised and applauded, Is what sets her apart from her peers. For she is an adult, With the body of a child, Having adult dreams, Adult thoughts, In a world of children. By Odis E. Shultz December 10, 1999 |
My Daughter |