~ The FingerA Poem by~ ;)~ The Finger In old forgotten days Where she was a little one There was always something To think about and the fist raised If she didn’t agree with the mature Or felt their failure, as a waste The finger was a message To those hatred people From early state she knew Some were lovable, Others had no clue But the finger was their due She was an early rebel One who hated injustice One who fought for right And to spread the lovely light It was just they wouldn’t see What the child brought so bright She loved to give the finger To those who weren’t honest, For them who made some fights And even when she was just five She did knew all her rights. So if you recognize her, Please come and tell me soon, Because I’m searching for her Finger to put out into this room ~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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Added on August 21, 2012Last Updated on March 20, 2013 Tags: Humor, Joke, Laugh, Don't take me serious... E.L. Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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