Wednesday, December 27, 2006



I've seen this girl before.

She's about eight or nine here.

She's a chubby little girl,with a big smile full of pearly whites.

The other kids pick on her a lot,sometimes ganging up on her.

The teachers liked to pick on her,especially this horrible woman with a shrill voice.

She's received a lot more than her fair share of pain,emotionally and physically.

But she forgave them all.

They were friends,she liked to think.

Oh yes,she's definitely gone home crying before,surrounded by jeers and laughter.

But she always acted liked nothing happened the next day.

Mommy found her bruises one day,and got so upset.

But she never told Mommy who they were from.

She was a lot more careful then.

The little girl's about eleven years old here.

Her best friend's moved away.

She's still chubby,and her smiles still gleaming and sweet.

She's used to the bullying,having endured it on a daily basis.

They treat her almost like a friend now.

Almost.

They needed her for some things,like comic books and cookies.

She still was naive about what they said about her.

But she was happy.

Some people did like her,even if they made fun of her.

That was all she wanted.

That's girl's older now.

Her smiles don't come out as often,and her pearly whites have yellowed.

She needs braces now.

She's grown a backbone and can hold her own in an argument.

She's smarter too.

She's blessed with true blue friends now,but has an attitude problem.

Sarcasm is her second language and she's capable of being oh so horrible.

But she's smart enough not to be.

No one makes fun of her now,she's smart enough to stay out of the way.

Some people still give her the occasional jab,but she knows how to respond.

But she wishes she had the inner strength of that little girl all those years ago.

wished on a star at 7:23 AM