That Girl


When he said, "Write me your story,"

That girl only took one piece of paper

But he

He made sure to add an 's' at the end of her paper


That girl wrote too much she stopped

When she ran out of lead

But he handed her a sharpener


That girl had an upside down C

Plastered on her face

But his mouth laughed humor into her smile


When he asked a question

That girl slumped down in her chair

But he made sure her hands dance high


That girl took a needle

And sewed her lips shut

But he asked her thoughts to speak aloud


That girl sat alone

And it was his profession that sat beside her


And that girl...

That girl is me.

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