The Girl

A poem about one's drive to thrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Girl

She’s come undone

Her edges are frayed

And she’s been played

 

But they haven’t won

Lots of gumption she’s displayed

From solid persistence she’s made

 

Full of giggles and fun

By her people are dismayed

With her, there’s history to be made.

 

She’s come undone

Only to be remade.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Some people are just made to dance and spin with joy, no matter what happens in a day.

Reviews

[Linear]

Twist and shout, let it all hang out, show the world you're worth more than they can pay, good little poem. for all women

[Cynthia]

Great Poem!It flows really great!
HAHA, I've never ever met soemone who was made to have fun!
I wish to see someone like that, alhough that wont be a good idea at all!, LOL!

[Jibey]

I think you have learnt from heard experience that a person with spirit will always surface again...