A girl, dark in skin tone
Stands alone.
When she speaks, Her words fly out, like the beat of a drum
Her voice a melodious thrum
Her words so grammatically correct
Most her colour think of it as a defect
And she's left in neglect
For she is not normal
She is freakish
Unexplainably abnormal
She perseveres
Forgets her ''weakness'
Her reason for being who she is unclear
Her fears following close behind
She gives up
Her peers were unkind
Her head was about to blowup
Her heart no longer hers, but yours
To you, her heart she bared
But you did not care
And when she was gone
Her words lived on
As rhythmic as the beat of a drum
Her voice still a melodious thrum.
