Palm Tree Princess
Not fitting in her own clothes,
She was considered small.
Old as she was,
Her voice was loud and strong.
Big eyes and curly hair,
She disliked or maybe,
Never cared.
She hid behind lies,
Afraid to be found out,
That her life,
She began to doubt.
Small house,
A torn father,
A quiet mother,
And a sister,
Who had different ways.
No one to love,
Just herself,
With her sadness,
She pays.
Copyright © Tanisha Bhatia | Year Posted 2013
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