imported_Tomato
Diamond Member
Well... she's not a baby anymore, but she's in her first year of middle school. Reading the poem she wrote made me sad.
Anne Sue
Little Anne Sue, was never too poor, she had dresses made of diamonds,
and her glasses were made of gold
She tried to make friends, but they just wanted her stuff,
they complimented and giggled, but she had had enough
"Why don't you like me, just for who I am?
Do you have to just like me, just for just what I have?
Why aren't you true, for all that I do,
for CRYING OUT LOUD, why can't you be you?"
She cried and she wailed, and each tear that fell, a diamond disappeared,
and with that they could tell-
She was no longer rich. She was as poor as a mouse.
Her gold disappeared, and so did her house.
With disgust in their faces, they left her alone,
"We no longer like you, because you have no more gold."
She looked at the ground, she looked at the sky,
a rainbow appeared, and she started to cry
Little Anne Sue, was finally free,
she has true friends now, because now she's with me.
She told me that she wrote the poem for herself, and that she is Anne Sue. Things haven't been going too well financially family-wise, and some of her old middle school friends won't talk to her because she's "not rich anymore." She just told me "It's mostly true except for the last part, I made the part about having true friends up. I don't have good friends yet, but I'm going to keep trying." Kids can be mean. 🙁
Peace,
Dezign
Anne Sue
Little Anne Sue, was never too poor, she had dresses made of diamonds,
and her glasses were made of gold
She tried to make friends, but they just wanted her stuff,
they complimented and giggled, but she had had enough
"Why don't you like me, just for who I am?
Do you have to just like me, just for just what I have?
Why aren't you true, for all that I do,
for CRYING OUT LOUD, why can't you be you?"
She cried and she wailed, and each tear that fell, a diamond disappeared,
and with that they could tell-
She was no longer rich. She was as poor as a mouse.
Her gold disappeared, and so did her house.
With disgust in their faces, they left her alone,
"We no longer like you, because you have no more gold."
She looked at the ground, she looked at the sky,
a rainbow appeared, and she started to cry
Little Anne Sue, was finally free,
she has true friends now, because now she's with me.
She told me that she wrote the poem for herself, and that she is Anne Sue. Things haven't been going too well financially family-wise, and some of her old middle school friends won't talk to her because she's "not rich anymore." She just told me "It's mostly true except for the last part, I made the part about having true friends up. I don't have good friends yet, but I'm going to keep trying." Kids can be mean. 🙁
Peace,
Dezign
