
about being yourself
I wanna tell you a story. The story of why…
This is a poem Joelle wrote. Take the time to read it and feel free to tell us what you think.
Memorials
When she was 5
she had a best friend
They would play on the grass
all day long
And when times got hard
she would meet her
And tell her everything
Until all tears were cuddled away.
When she was 8
her friend moved away
They came at night
and took her
Mommy and Daddy said she was alright
The men would take care of her.
When she was 10
she stopped waiting for her friend to return
And told herself to forget about her
because that’s what everybody else did
She would find a new best friend
That’s what they said.
When she was 13
she had found new friends
They would have fun together
And talk and laugh
But her problems
they stayed inside of her
Because nobody would listen
and her best friend was still missing.
When she was 15
she found out
That her best friend had not been alright at all
The men had not taken care of her
Because she had moved to a fabric
And there
they had taken everything from her
Every last drop
Until she fell
and couldn’t stand up again.
When she heard
she cried
And invited everyone
to come
to the memorial of her best friend
And when the day came
She stood alone
Nobody was there
Because her friend
had been a cow
And cows don’t get memorials.
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