Why I Became A Poet

Little girls don't listen

And little boys just tease

Teachers try to help

And mommy cannot this pain ease.

Who will hear me?

Who will care?

Who will want to hear my inner thoughts

And my inner prayers?

Maybe if I just put it out there

For the whole world to know

So with this pencil, and this paper

To another world I go.

I don't have any friends

I don't have any games to play

But as long as I have my writing

My smile never goes away.