Trudy Diane Rider Poet Rhyme

Last In Line

Quiet little redhead
blue eyes twinkling hope
shoved and pushed around
surviving just to cope

She wants so much to join
to play and laugh and sing
but she is never chosen
to be included in the ring

The girls all laugh and snicker
the boys pull at her braids
she feels humiliated
their cruelty she evades

Sadness brims, o’er flows her eyes
in her shell she does confine
all the hurt as she's shoved around
until she's last in line

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Alli B. February 6, 2009 at 2:30 PM You were right...I do really like this. Even more-so than the other one. Thank you so much for sharing all of this wonderful poetry. *alli

Judith Angell Meyer December 30, 2008 at 5:12 PM Well you got me too. And funny what a child doesn't tell her parents! For me, the girls would never let me sit down and play jacks in their circle. I finally just told myself I must be too good for them, and they were just afraid to lose. The boys let me play baseball with them so I got by. ~M~

Sue Mason November 30, 2008 at 7:13 PM This is very scary Ms. Trudy. I might have written this with my used-to-be red hair and many, many scars from that ugly time of childhood ... smile ... you've captured my life here and its rather spooky!! Thanks for this incredible glimpse and to know that we are not alone in some of our experiences is a blessing here at the Soup!! Glad you're here.

Vince Suzadail Jr. October 13, 2008 at 1:19 PM This speaks well of the emotions of a kid that just didn't feel accepted. I don't think it happened as much when I was a kid but today we have such a class separation and kids tend to be cruel. No one should feel this way. This was an excellent poem that touches the heart. Vince

Sharon Winter October 12, 2008 at 5:42 AM Perhaps something every child has experienced at one time or another. Brings back such tender hurt feelings of childhood. Why some children can be so cruel I will never understand. It must have been taught by their parents is my only sad guess. Love, Shar

George Anos October 12, 2008 at 3:25 AM another sad reality of life reflected in the kids playground of which scars are carried a lifetime! A noteworthy reminder, no to bullying! Brgds. George

Joseph Spence Sr October 11, 2008 at 7:25 PM What a tragedy to treat such a lovely person with such cruelty! One must know that "The stone that the builder refused with be the head corner store one day." History is riddled with such fulfillment of prophecy. I like your use of figurative language in this poem to bring out the images. Great job! ~Joseph

Michael Jordan October 11, 2008 at 7:25 PM Trudy this is rather sad but so often in life its true - I've stuttered since I watched my mom drown when i was 4 It was a lot worse when I was a kid - This is a pain I know to well - this is probably one of the main reasons I ended up on the road I did - As a kid I had a lot of fights over that and just grew up with a reputation - You did an excellent job on this poem - God Bless and Good Night