SmallA Poem by Mercedes ChildersWhen you look at me, you think “small” When you think “small,” you think “weak” When you think “weak,” you think “fragile” But I am none of those things. I am proud like a lion And as gentle as the clouds I am as strong as a tiger But I am still small like a mouse. “Squeak squeak” said the mighty mouse Said no one in this century or the last. Can I live long enough to become the hero instead? Or, because I am small, is it still “cute” when I’m mad? I smile when you point it out I’ll even make a joke or two But all it does is remind me How small I am to the rest of you. I can’t be fragile, I’m not easy to break Frankly, I’m not allowed to be Because of the fact that since I am small That’s exactly what is expected of me. Honestly, in a world so enormous, It’s not that hard for anyone to feel small But I don’t understand why I was cursed To be the smallest person of them all. When you look at me, you think “small” When you think “small,” you think “weak” When you think “weak,” you think “fragile” And I might be some of those things. © 2019 Mercedes ChildersAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2019 Last Updated on March 7, 2019 AuthorMercedes ChildersShelbyville, INAboutNormally, I'm not one for writing books, but I am a Singer/Song Writer, so poetry(in the form of lyrics) comes naturally. I do read sometimes, and my favorite book is either "The Bodies We Wear" by Je.. more..Writing
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