It's What They Don't Say

October 22, 2011
You know what I hate?
When people think I’m great
But they don’t say a word,
Making me feel like a turd.

And when they do,
It’s only for turns,
Never my skills,
Or how fast I learn.

Is that fair?
Is it fair for a girl to be kept in the dark,
Never told what to do,
Or wherever to mark?

No. No it’s not.
That’s why I left.
No longer to leap,
Being a victim of theft.

For now I dance with a Russian twist.
Having the time of my life,
Not having to hide,
As I dance with new eyes.

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sunshine7223 said...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 11:44 pm
AWESOME! :) Nice rhyme scheme!
ms.nerdalicious replied...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 11:46 pm
thanks! first poem i submitted to teenink. :)
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