Nichole Anderson Poet Rhyme

Keep Out Part One

Here is a story sad and true, how my life made me question, "what did I do?"
I am only eight years old and my hands are tied I have a pencil in my mouth and my 
eyes are open wide.
Honestly I knew what they said was a lie but I listened anyways and that’s how I 
ended up on the inside,
I don't like it here and all my friends said, "Keep out!" but I didn't listen and now 
even the monsters in my closet can't hear me when I shout.
	This building made my mommy smile, she told she would pick me up after 
awhile.
Every other kid my age I saw was either crying or just down right mean. There 
were crayons 
On the floor and paper stuck to the wall, there were chairs in the corner and a few 
girls holding dolls.
There was a lady clapping and calling out names finally she got to me and I wanted 
to scream.
I tried to reach the door knob but It was out of my reach. Then the lady laughed at me 
and said,
“What would you like me to teach?” I shook my head and started to cry the floor 
started spinning and
I wish I could fly, because the window was open and just a little over my head. I 
tried not to listen
to a thing she said.

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