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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.

Author's Note

This piece is for a contest at the university nearby. It is for 9-12 graders, and it has to be in ABCB meter. Please would you all tell me what you think?

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A very tragic story and often so true, which makes it even more tragic. Words are often more painful then physical wounds, they cause just as much damage if not more I sometimes think. Perfectly written poem, very well done. I love this.

wow! i really liked it! relatable! :) great work!!

[Diomaz]

Wow, I brilliant story along with it aswell, good job, cant wait to read more xD

[Sunny Skye]

I love the poem. A lot of people can relate to this maybe not to every part of it but people have sad stories that are a lil like this poem. It was very touching.

[Angel Bird]

So deep and utterly touching. Too many times your words come true...too many times. Impressively well written and truly heart-wrenching. Awesome piece!

[Tony]

The narrative and the letter had a very real effect to them. Like a friend of the deceased put their thoughts down and interwove their friends letter into the poem. Know what I mean. Very creative work. Oh yes, it delivers a strong social commentary as well.

Makosica

[Another Relic]

People who degrade others automatically put up a wall between themselves and the object of their scorn. It's a shame they don't see the way their chipping away at someone's esteem and poisoning their thoughts. You did a really good job on this. I felt the meter wasn't always on but the message was clear and important. Good job.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

no matter what you do to this poem it still is my favorite

[heich]

one pf the best..hmmn..love the flow..

[Cassie316]

This is really good! Nice job! Not a lot of poems have such good stories to them. I really enjoyed this, and you kept your meter so well =)
If your looking to improve at all this is the only line that caught my attention the wrong way:
"because Stevie Rae was different, she had no depths."
I guess I don't get what it means to even have depths.
but really I liked this poem and especially the story and solid moral it created!! Super job!!