February 13, 2015
Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.
My dress was old,
Reused from prom,
I had no gold,
But I had Mom.
My nails were new
What could I do?
My dress was blue,
I used it, too.
My mom was there,
We curled my hair,
We did not care,
It was not fair.
They were not there,
They never showed,
Did not reserve,
Did I deserve
Deserve to be treated
Feel like I'm defeated
Now I'm just seated
I just want to feel needed.
Copyright © Minister Jenna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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