That Girl. Poem by Daniella Burke

They smile.
They laugh.
They play.
A small girls heart.
So innocent.
So forgiving.
A grown mans mind.
So naive.
So ignorant.
That grown man,
never listens to that small girl.
That grown man has so much to learn,
from this small girl.
This small girl can go through anything,
she'll still come out happier than that grown man.
Believing he must know everything, nothing will suffice.
Never happy, always wanting more. Nothing is good.
Though, this girl has a little doll.
Just one.
Missing an arm.
Alone.
Realizing she could have nothing.
Not even a doll.
She smiles.
She laughs.
She plays.