Tall,slender,poorly postured,and not graceful Lil' Miss thing was hate-full She sat looked out the window and popped her gum Slouched in the desk and sucked her thumb Her thoughts were as gloomy as the rain as it beat loudly on the window seal Grimacing on the thought of her being famous mama clapping proudly,this can't be real Dreams shot down so many times,because someone was better than her Or at least that's what people thought because she knew she was it,the thought hurt. It's not her fault she had scars on her face The bruises that linked on her legs were signs of hate She often hid in her own little spot seperated from human contact Even when she was quiet doing her own thing they cut her no slack Called her a black raggedy Ann doll because of her appearance Didn't want to be her friend ,couldn't go the distance Ignored Martin Luther when he said never judge a book by it's cover Even her mama was ashamed of her color and self structure Wouldn't let her go outside in the summer And put so many perms in her hair it turned auburn The face of a panther pitch black,and a close to red mane. They bashed her more "Now you really look like Raggedy Ann you black *** red haired whore" She weeped and cried for so long Didn't want these words to go on. "I'ma be somebody" "I'ma show everybody" She kept chanting to herself alone in a cold room Drew a picture on her desk,a full moon Prayed everynight before she lay her head down to sleep Was relieved of her stresses tossed them away in a heap. Bye,bye to Miss. Quiet and Shy "Today when they make fun of me I ain't gone cry" She took pride in her stride Stood straight up and looked all of them in the eye Remembered Mya Angelou say,"Still I Rise" Now her new confidence was extremely high Made it through the storm and turmoil of a young age Skin still black and hair a dark burgundy flame Took pride in herself didn't worry about the others Because she did it without their help Tall,slender,perfect postured,beautiful Miss thing's heart was plentiful.