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Jessie Wiseman Poem
There once was a girl with pale blond hair.
She went with her family one day to a fair.
They played lots of games and ate lots of food.
But none of this seemed to brighten the child's mood.
So they went to the park and swung for a while.
Her parents silently wishing to see their little girl smile.
But deep inside she still felt sad.
For she knew something terrible about her dad.
Tomorrow her dad would be going far far away.
To a place that's fighting nearly everyday.
She knows her dad is a very strong man.
Still she fears she'll never see him again.
The years go by and she grows older.
Living each day the daughter of a fallen soldier.
There once was a woman with pale blond hair.
Who found out too early that life doesn't always play fair.
Copyright © Jessie Wiseman | Year Posted 2008
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When you look at her you wonder,
How can she think like that?
But when she looks at herself in the mirror,
All she sees is the fat.
She claims that she's too busy,
With friends, work, and school.
To sit down for a family meal,
But in reality she simply longs to be cool.
As days go by her body begins to wear and thin,
Her parents begin to wonder if it's too late.
To save their only daughter,
Who's still obsessed with her weight.
Knowing it was time, she left a note that said:
"To all those who were so mean,
And pressured me to be thin. You'll be happy to know,
I died as I lived: A second rate beauty queen.
Copyright © Jessie Wiseman | Year Posted 2008
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Jessie Wiseman Poem
What do you see
When you look into the sea?
Do you see deep greens and blues
Reflecting back up at you?
Or do you go farther to where the fishes dwell,
Wishing you could hear the stories hat they tell.
Do you stare above the water, into the setting sun?
Or do you stay at the shore, having a little fun?
Do your eyes follow the seagulls, circling over head?
Or come to rest on the couple waiting to be wed.
Clouds set in, and the shores begin to bare,
Yet still you stand, without a single care.
So when you get a chance, and look into the sea,
Tell me my friend, what is it that you see?
Copyright © Jessie Wiseman | Year Posted 2008
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