A Poem About A Lonely Birthday Girl
She sits alone on her bed,
Trying to figure it out while scratching her head,
She figures she better go downstairs instead,
She goes down into the diningroom where her sister sits with all her friends.
She feels a tear roll down her face,
as she ran and broke her moms favorite vase,
The cops trying to figure out this case.
They took a step into her room where that gurl had been broken.
Maybe it was her sisters greed,
or her moms weed sitting on the table,
That little girl had past unto another round of life,
Her mom knowing, leaving her daughters funeral in strife.
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2009
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