(Warning: This poem does not rhyme a lot)
It was her daughter's birthday
Mother was icing the cake
Decorations strewn in every direction
Every sign of love and affection
A car pulled into the driveway and the door opened with a creek
A little girl with blonde pigtails bounced into the room
She was holding a brand new doll
Which her Daddy had bought for her
Skipped up the stairs happily
To rip the wrapping paper off
And admire the peice of plastic
Beautifully shaped into a little girl
Mother stood at the doorway
And observed the scene
As she pulled a doll out of the box
A doll with
Dark skin
Brown eyes
And thick kinky hair
"Don't you like it Mommy?"
she said when she saw her Mother's face
"Of course, I like it darling,
It's beautiful, and that's true
I just thought you would like a doll
That looked a little more like you."
The little girl laughed a tinkling laugh
"Oh, it's my best friend Mommy!
I met her at the store
She was with her Daddy, too!"
"You see she's really pretty
I wish I looked more like her
And then she said she wished
that she looked more like me too
So I said,
'You get a doll that looks like me, and I'll get a doll that looks like you!'"
The little girl stroked down the doll's thick hair
And gave it a small smile
"I think it's important when people look different,"
she whispered
Yet Mother, who was listening heard
That night after the party
Mother tucked the little girl into bed
The doll was clutched under her arm
Her face an image of bliss
"I think it's important when people are different."
An mere innocent statement
From a young child
It could be that one sentence
That could just save the world
And so she kissed her daughter's forehead
Walked over to the door
And closed it
A.H
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Krystal's Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some of my poems, written through ages ten to current. The first few ones are older and the most recent ones are new.
