I have a lovely, thoughtful, sensitive and creative 14 year old daughter. Today is her first day of spring break and I am really looking forward to spending some extra time with her!
Yesterday, though, she came home so excited about having “one of the best days ever!”
As I encouraged her to share more about what that meant, she started by saying she won the title of “Poetry Queen”. In her Language Arts class they are studying poetry and had an assignment to write a poem that they would later share in class. They could write about any topic. My lovely, thoughtful, sensitive and creative daughter chose segregation.
Here is her award-winning poem:
The daisies had been full of proudness,
and thousands of weeds reached around
the white content blooms,
tall, and unashamed of their killing.
They had withdrew from the poor weeds,
recoiling at the thought of them
They had been content creatures,
determined to keep weeds in their place.
They kept to their own kind,
plucking out anything that doesn’t belong,
killing or enslaving any life different than their own.
But now they know better,
those greedy daisies,
and they rejoice at being with the weeds.