wrote my first poem, let me know what you think?

Poor little Gracie, sad little Gracie

Why do you cry at night?

You’re beautiful and thoughtful 

The way they treat you is shameful!

No one see Gracie’s bruises

She hides them under her sweats and rags

Why Gracie, why do you cry?

You shouldn’t have to hide inside

No one see Gracie’s tears

Not her hooker of a mum, and druggie of a dad

She wishes herself a better life

But she can’t help but face the light 

No one hears Gracie’s scream

They all just laugh and continue the assault

They touch, they pull, they punch and bite

You’d really think they did this out of spite

Alas though, it is not revenge no

The emotion in these attacks is jealousy 

Sad little Gracie was given a knack 

That would surely get her some food, or at least a snack

Sweet little Gracie, was giving an ability 

The ability of singing and dancing

She can make people fall to their knees 

But it doesn’t stop all the teasing 

Those ugly pigs, those horrible bastards

They hate the fact she gets all the attention 

So they devised a plan, an evil plan

They would have to make everything look like a sham

The night of little Gracie’s concert,

The butterflies gathered in her stomach

Something didn’t feel right, something felt wrong

This feeling was just so inhumanly strong

But Gracie went on, sang like an angel

The crowd bowed to her, praising her 

Little Gracie felt alive, she felt at home

Why did she have to walk home alone?

The evil people decided to strike 

Showing no mercy, no humanity 

One her way home, something happened

Something horrible, something tragic

They were only meant to scare her off

They didn’t mean for it to go this way

They didn’t want to take the blame

But now they have to share the shame

Gracie laid out cold on the ground

No movement, no breathe escaped her

But something was different? Something odd

And it wasn’t that everyone started giving a sod 

It was that little Gracie, poor little Gracie

She was finally at peace, finally happy

She felt alive and she felt well

She took in everything, every sight and smell

She now lives happily in the back of your thoughts

Smiling at your kindness, wiping your tears

Life is to short to be worrying about silly odds and end

Live it up, live it hard, before you meet your end. 

Written by Tyra Baquero-Collinson 

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