There once was a little girl
With a crown made of flowers
As precious as a pearl
And this girl has special powers
I can lift your spirits
She would say
With just one smile
And with just one cup of tea
There once was a little girl
Who tripped over concrete
Causing her tears to unfurl
Making her happiness deplete
Her world was gone
Not a flower in sight
And atop her head
Lay a crown of thorns
Get up little girl
And stop playing house
You are not as a pearl
But rather a mouse
Keep your head down
Leave the talking to us
You'll become what we want
And you will make us proud
The words of a parent are of love
Or so she was always told
So why do they feel like a glove
Shoving her into the mold
There once was a girl
Who was lost in the world
Meant to tear her will apart
Making her forget her happiness
So she sat in an old chair
On her lap sits just one cup
On her other side with a smile of care
Was a little girl with her chin up
With that one lone smile
And one sip of tea
She saw a glimpse of her past
With the happiness reaching out for her
With a leap of faith, she grabbed hold
Of the old flower crown
She entered a castle of gold
Her clothes turn to an elegant gown
When I grow up, I want to be me
The little girl said beside her
A mirror image of herself
When I grow up, I want to be free
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Author:
Unique (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I got so emotional while writing this one. It's basically telling the story about a girl who was forced to grow up too fast and just wanted to return to the happiness of her past, and this happens to so many young men and woman these days and it breaks my heart that I myself have grown up a little too fast with only a few chances to be a fourteen-year-old.
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WELCOME ~ YES ~ You are UNIQUE and it is your uniqueness that make you ~ you ! Love the structure of your POEM ~ neat quatrains and enough rhyme and rhythm to make it easy to recite (that is the criteria of a good POEM). The SUBJECT is a bit sad but salutary ~ The Pace of Growing Up ! It's easier being a BOY because our Friends are less CATTY and we are not bugged by COSMETICS or even CLOTHES ! YES Girls are coerced to grow up too fast and Daughters of Friends of mine are 12 going on 21 ! In Prom pictures the Girls all look like Hollywood Stars and most of the Boys like little lads yet they are the same age. For a GIRL 14 is a magic age ~ BUT ~ don't let anyone force you to grow up too fast. Value your TEEN YEARS (13 ~ 19) they are the
best of your LIFE for M & F ! Love the resolve in your last line "When i grow up ~ I want to be FREE ! ~ AMEN" Thinking of you BRIAN (UK) Please check my POEMS ~ Thanks B.
A beautiful poem, Unique, that stirs sad memories of when my daughter was fourteen and ran away from home. It is a tough age, fourteen, in what has become a tough world for a young girl. You show the wisdom to make it through this time ... congratulations! Good work.
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