Reflections of my childhood days SK
Whispers as I hurriedly pass them by.
Whispers that could really make me cry.
Those whispers filled my head with doubt.
I didn’t realize what being poor was all about.
Whispers about the clothes that I wore.
Whispers as if it was a crime to be poor.
Rumors were rife in the school yard.
Those whispers really did make life hard.
Invited to parties, I didn’t want to go.
All snickering. Did they think I didn’t know?
I knew bringing a gift of a potted plant wasn’t right.
Their whispers didn’t even wait till I was out of sight.
Whispers continued when I was a young teen.
The rumors got worse, the whispers were mean.
Slowly but surely, I overcame their sneers.
Learning to be proud of who I am, over the years.
Now and always in my heart I will keep,
Whispers from my Dad "We love you" each night as I fell asleep.
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