They said she was a strange girl The odd one out in any group Dressed in black, like a vampire So they threw stones at her
She liked to listen to Heavy Rock While they listened to the lastest Pop Spat at her, rubbed things in her hair Called her bad names and dragged her down
She excelled at school. she did her best She was always the top of her class Still they would make her life a misery Tears would stain her black eye liner
Her parents found her, hanging in her room With a note telling of the sadness of her life Those that caused it, they never cared Over the death of a poor strange girl
As poets we have the words that reach out, that can shock the reader. We can make a stand on many subjects and that is why each poet has something valuable to say and I read.