Treasure Island

carlisa smith


I Am


I am a girl that’s sad
I wonder if people understand me.
I hear people talking about me
I hear my people dying.

I want a better life
I am a girl that’s sad

I pretend to be happy
I feel like someone is out to kill me
I touch the skies of heaven
I worry about my life
I am a girl that’s sad

I understand why my mom left me
I say I’ll meet my mom
I dream about meeting my mom
I try to act like someone I’m not
I hope I can meet my mom
I am a girl that’s sad.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Edited: Monday, July 11, 2011

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  • Rafiq Sandeelvi (7/9/2011 11:58:00 AM)

    Fresh and inner feelings of a young girl... fake and false smile is not for this girl....girl means not poetess but first person singular of this poem. (Report) Reply

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