Sisterwolf28 Dec 2005

Honey, I feel and share your hurt. You have a basis here for a good poem. Sometimes I cannot critique
in the proper way, so with your forgiveness, I have
written the poem another way - as a learning tool - your words are always yours.



I'm not so happy, I fake it all
All I desire is never have to crawl.
Whenever I laugh or smile,
it's fake enough to see for a mile.
They laughed and made fun of me,
without the courage to look in and see
my thoughts, my feelings, my heart.
My grades were bad, but I knew I was smart.
When tears rolled down my face,
they tied me with frayed and dirty lace.
"Tie her hands first", they yell.
Bury her in flowers so won't smell.
As I listened to all of their plan,
they took off my mask, I was a man.
"Don't hurt him, they said, he's a boy.
As they untied me and me aside,
"How about her. Let's all decide."
Prejudice came to live with me that day,
that's all that, now I nothing more to say.