General Poetry posted March 26, 2017

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Just be you

Poor Jenny

by brenda bickers

Poor Jenny was sad, her clothes tattered and torn,
and sometimes she wished she had never been born,
with holes in her shoes that exposed all her toes,
and hundreds of freckles that covered her nose.
While other girls laughed as she played with her toys —
they’d given up dolls and now played with the boys,
but Jenny was shrewd and she bided her time;
she waited for nature to give her a sign.
Although it was hard, it was all for the best

she knew she was diff’rent from all of the rest.
She’d be smarter and wiser, better than them;
She’d gain their respect through her powerful pen.
Poor Jenny worked hard as she studied her books —
not caring that others just cared for their looks;
 and as the years passed she was true to her word

exchanges and whispers were soon to be heard.
While Jenny wrote books about lovers and life,
people and places, troubles and strife,
she knew early on she had made the right choice;
her muses and writing were tools of her voice.
Poor Jenny had grown into quite a fine catch,
while others around her were not up to scratch.
It wasn’t her beauty the riches and pearls,
It was all about NOT being like other girls.
Poor Jenny felt sorry for those left behind —
Yet grateful to know she was one of a kind.
If only they had been aware like so many,
they could have been happy, just like poor Jenny.

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