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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.

Date: 2/6/2009 2:30:00 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

Date: 12/30/2008 5:12:00 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

Date: 11/30/2008 7:13:00 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.

Date: 10/13/2008 1:19:00 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

Date: 10/12/2008 5:42:00 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

Date: 10/12/2008 3:25:00 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

Michael Jordan

Date: 10/11/2008 7:25:00 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

Joseph Spence Sr

Date: 10/11/2008 7:25:00 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