My Best Friend
I am a singer; I like to sing.
I always thought my voice had a nice little zing.
But when I speak to others with my zingy voice;
Nobody responds, not even a little noise.
I am very smart; I have great grades.
Every school year, I feel like a jack of all trades.
Yet when I make references to Galileo or the Pythagorean Theorem,
My classmates shut me out, as if I were not a girl, but a villain.
So I take to my one true friend,
the one who helps me project my thoughts and listens to me to no end.
It gives my useless voice a use for once.
And in the end, I don't feel like a dunce.
So now, I can sing as I write through the characters I make,
I can make them as brave as a lion or as slippery as a snake.
My friend helps me prove my intelligence to countless readers,
who gobble up my words like birds at feeders.
My best friend is a pen. I write because of it.