Poetry For People

Chapters

A kid at school asked me

why do you read so much?

My simplest answer is

that I wished to be such

I could meet my lover

and have real friends

I'd make bad choices

and still have happy ends

I could be a warrior 

and prove all of them wrong

or be a soft compassionate

writing poetry and song

I could be a princess 

draped in gold and jewel

never a reason to cry

and never used like a tool

I'd have some challenges

But I'd overcome

Villain's wouldn't catch me

their simply too dumb

Good guys always win

in a storybook or tale

despite the stacked odds

they hardly ever fail

My pen's ink wouldn't run out

the stories pages wouldn't burn

No one would judge the cover

and each page would make them turn

Perhaps they'd learn a lesson

or walk away with nothing

but it wouldn't matter to me

because I would be somebody

~N~ (from her depressed era, hopefully coming to a close) :)