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Mar 2015
This is a little girl who looks different, it's made her quiet, reserved and doesn't trust people. She starts to doubt god, so asks her mum some questions,

Mummy why do we pray to god?

Don't you think it's abit odd?

How do we know he's there?

do you really think he listens to my prayers?

I'm sure he listens to you dear,

why this sudden fear?

God cares and watches over you,

in everything that you do.

So why does he let people get hurt?

allows people to treat each other like dirt?

why doesn't he stop the bad weather?

if he is so clever.

God works in mysterious ways,

strong we have to stay.

Everything happens for a reason,

and the weather changes with each season.

Honey is there something wrong?

where has all you faith gone?

you have always believed in god, heven and hell,

so what's wrong? please tell.

Well I asked for something in my prayers,

it didn't happen, so I don't think he cares.

What did you ask for dear?

I asked to be liked by my peers.

Mummy kids just stare,

it just isn't fair.

If they get paired up in class with me,

terror in their eyes I see.

I just want to look like everybody else,

then I can show more of myself.

I wouldn't have to pretend all is well,

when really my life is hell.

Honey god can't stop the stares,

sometimes life isn't fair.

But you are the most beautiful person I know,

and everybody you should show.

Maybe god wants your help,

by telling people what you're about.

Teaching them looks shouldn't be all they see,

but it's what's on the inside, that make people be who they want to be.

so darling next time their stare,

see it as a compliment, they must care.

Ask them if they want to know, why you look the way you do,

I'm sure you will be surprised, by their response to you.

sometimes people are scared to ask,

maybe they are hiding behind their own mask.

so tell them the story of you,

and see what they do.

God let's things happen for a purpose,

you can help them see, nobody should be made to feel worthless.

You will have great mates,

go on many dates,

because you have a heart of gold,

and this you will always be told.

People will love you for what's inside,

you have to open up and give people a try.

God was listening to you,

but maybe he was hoping you could learn from this too.
Alice Morris
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Alice Morris
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