Untitled...A Poem by Cassiopia Summers"Funny how words can..."I'm here to tell you a story,
sing you a heartfelt song
of a girl lost and scared
who felt she didn't belong.
This young girl was unique
with a name of Stevie Rae,
long black hair with colored red ends,
and eyes blue like the clearest day.
Even though she looked different,
in truth she was a human with a heart
who was judged by appearance
which put more love into her art.
Armed with a rainbow and brush
she poured her emotions onto that easel,
all the while thinking and asking,
why everyone treated her like such a weasel.
She did nothing wrong,
caused no one and nobody harm,
yet the pain inflicted
was quite apparent on her arm.
Decked in black from head to foot
made the Jocks and preps
poke fun, call names, and hate everyday
because Stevie Rae was different, she had no depths.
Why couldn't they just sit back and relax?
Maybe if they talked they'd certainly see
how innocent and lovely she truly was
and decide to leave her be.
She laughed at the thought of this
because deep in her heart she knew
that an idea like such
was just a dream that wasn't true.
People nowadays have such heavy hearts
everything said is mean and meant to hurt.
Nobody should say a thing
because everything said makes others feel like dirt.
Judging by looks is unfair
because it's not the outside that counts.
It's whats on the inside that defines a person,
not just pieces, but every ounce.
Stevie Rae went missing one day,
nobody noticed but her loved one.
Her mother was shocked
and cried at the sight of what was done.
She found her in her room with a note,
"Lay me down, bury me with my art.
My words will finally be spoken,
those from the bottom of my heart.
All of you from school,
have you figured out I'm done?
How do you all feel
knowing your bullying finally won?
This note is for you to see,
hopefully you'll all realize,
the hurtful looks and unruly words
caused the pain that glazed my eyes.
Judge no more and welcome with open arms,
then maybe my death won't be in vain.
Sorry mother, don't blame yourself
I never meant to cause you pain.
I must go now, I must leave.
I love you mother, good-bye."
Now fly, fly away little dove,
funny how words can cause someone to die.
© 2010 Cassiopia SummersAuthor's Note
Featured ReviewReviews
|
StatsAuthorCassiopia SummersTucson, AZAboutLets get to know each other. :) To start, I think music reveals to us the person within, so here are some of my favorite songs because of their lyrics. Sixx A.M. - Skin Paramore - The Only Ex.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|