Contralto Poem by Gianni Vespucci

Little girl, Quiet and all alone
With herself she tries to atone
Precious soul more than an emerald jewel, Used as a tool
She let's it be, Hiding in her oak tree
But why can't they see
There's much more to her, Just see
Madeline, Innocent, Never out of line
You act as if you're fine
But you take what they throw to you like you're their punching bag
Madeline, The sweetest, Madeline, They can't be this
Which is where their anger derives from
So don't belittle yourself for no one
You will go many places, And see a variety of faces
But as fast as your current pace is
You'll need a little patience
Though the way you push those keys
Makes a man want to get on one knee
You're better off being who you were born to be
Epitome of the most heavenly being
Then just stay that way forever
Leave your old life severed
And all blessings will be your favor
Rather than being the one doing labor
Tale of the forbidden, You keep your talent hidden
Keeping those voids blackened, And I wish you didn't
Unknowingly possess a soul hearty
With regrets that reflect all that makes her artsy
Beyond others a true virtuoso
Most valorous being I know
Voice of the elegant soprano
And talent of the most eloquent contralto