I Am

Life for some

I Am ...      I Am The little girl that lives down your block I will wake up in the morning and know That my new today will be like All the rest of my days That never seem To bring me reason to smile I will have no breakfast before I go to school I will search alone for something Anything ... To take to eat for my recess You can be sure no one will want To trade lunches with me I will put on a dress that is wrinkled Dirty and tattered . . . And worn three days in a row I will be laughed at Ridiculed . . . A big word for someone my age To so completely Understand its meaning I will cry   Sometime during my day When my heart can take no more . . . I will cry I so want to belong Why can't I laugh And be asked to jump rope too Why can't I have little girl secrets Whispered in my ear I am 'beauty redefined' To not be anything to anyone . . . Other than the victim of cruel jokes And questions formed to be lived Over and over again in my heart In the loneliness of what I call home I am afraid and lonely at home And lonely and afraid at school I don't understand It is not easy being me I am David I am eleven years old Daaavid Daaavid ... Its your turn to bat Oh we forgot YOU  CAN'T  DO  THAT Daaavid Daaavid can't catch a ball You can't do anything WHY  TRY  AT  ALL Just once . .   just once . . . Why can't I catch that darned ball My Dad tells me that I am beautiful in heart and soul Why don't I feel beautiful From what I can see to be beautiful You have to be just like everyone else We learned in school today about The definitions of words I think the word beautiful Needs to read Beautiful . . . Only if you belong And are like everyone else It is not easy being me I am Elizabeth Are you surprised To see my picture appear below These youngsters that heart's Try so hard to understand This word belonging This word . . . beauty I am seventy-eight years old I have lived through Heartaches ... joys And raising my family Not long ago I stood beside My husband of fifty years As he left this earth I am now alone in a world that Seems to forget that the elderly Has contributed much and would Still like to contribute We are often laid aside Like yesterday's newspaper Our children are far too Busy in their own lives To make time for someone That has always made The time for themselves A phone call for some of us Brings the only joy we know When visits become so rare We have slowed down and a heart That feels young does not Make the body work as it once did I should perhaps Be ashamed of myself for feeling this way So alone   So useless . . . . . We live in a society Where redefined beauty In the eyes of so many Has no place in a vocabulary Of the modern world It is not easy To no longer be young And be able to participate In a world that has seemed Now to pass me by Its not easy being me <<<*>>> <<<*>>> <<<*>>>  <<<*>>> <<<*>>> <<<*>>>  <<<*>>> <<<*>>> <<<*>>>  <<<*>>> <<<*>>> <<<*>>>  And so my poetie friends Here you see . . . Beauty redefined Redefined to a world that is just Sometimes too busy to really care This was origionally written For the challenge phrase Redefined Beauty Beauty . . . May be in the eyes of the beholder But What of the hearts that behold Do we really take the time To feel ... To see View All My Poems Feedback Welcomed   AspiringAngel

Reviews

[Blue Sky]

One of the most touching to the heart
to redefine a heart and soul is not so easy
you have done a tremendous task
to bring out the difficult parts
as to why these ones, as many out there
go through this, it's your wonderfulness
that brings it all out for all hearts to tread, to read
very beautiful Lesa, outstanding!!

[Rain]

Wow,
I loved the whole layout...the words and their depth...the music...the whole thing was touching. Rain..

[beancountersar]

My gosh.....I'm welling up, trying not to cry. What a touching piece of art! This one really made me think about my Mother, about my daughter, about my brother....

Thanks so much, dear, for a great write!

[Tim]

This is such a sad but truthful poem. Over the years I worked with teens. It was always sad to see what they were going through and how lonely so many of them really were. Sometimes I would take some of them and visit a nursing home. At first some would drag their feet about it. But it was fun to watch the friendships develop between the teens and the elderly. It was like they needed each other and finally found some friendship that they were looking for. It is sad the the elderly are pushed in a corner because they still have much to offer.
Your poem so real and truthful. Another beautiful work.

[darkgurl]

Such a sad and heartbreaking write here, hit the pit o fmy gut, this is truthful as well, very well stated....Kim