DiaryOfAOneRoomSchoolhouseJanuary 4, 2009.DiaryOfAOneRoomSchoolhouse in Free Verse More Like This
I want my long hair back.
Soft, sleek, middle of my back--soft swooping bangs to the right just above my brows.
I want it deep, rich brown again. Not red. Brown. I want my hair back.
I want to be pretty again.
I want to wear dresses.
I want to wear my Mary Jane's.
I want to read my books, to study, to learn.
I want to wear soft make-up, delicate, fresh.
I want to be small and quaint again.
I want my smile back.
I want my faith back, my prayers, my Bible, my pure heart.
I want to be loved.
I want someone to love.
I want to be wanted again.
I wish my hair were redder.
I wish it was long and wavy.
I wish I could be a small fragile thing again.
People cared about me then.
I wasn't in trouble.
I wasn't beaten up.
I pray they never hook me up again.
I don't want to back to the doctors.
I wish they would go away.
I wish they didn't hurt so bad.
I'm just a teenager.
I want someone's hand to hold.
I want a hug.