Authors Corner
The eyes sees,
But does it,
See far enough?
The ear hears,
But does it,
Listen enough?
These are,
The questions I ask.
My friends see,
But do they see ,
Far enough?
My friends hear,
But do they,
Listen enough?
These are the,
Questions I ask.
-Jessica 16
I hate being the middleman.
But the middleman,
Is what I am.
The middleman,
Is everyone's friend.
The middleman,
Is who they come to.
The middleman,
Is the one who listens.
But who listens,
To the middleman?
I hate being the middleman,
But the middleman,
Is what I am.
-Jessica 16
Somedays I hate being a girl,
Somedays it makes me wanna hurl,
All the pain that we endure,
What in the world it is all for?
Somedays I wish that I was a boy,
Oh, the things that I would enjoy.
I wouldn't have to worry even,
About the blessed mad cow season.
Modesty would not be an issue,
Cuz its easy as ripping tissue.
Fights would only last awhile,
Cuz it all ends up in a dog pile.
Somedays I wish I was a boy,
Oh, the things I would enjoy.
But a girl is what God made me,
A girl is what I have to be.
I suppose I must accept my fate,
But i fear dear Lord it's what I hate.
-Jessica 16
