They took her away too
Lucy, in her yellow dress and ribbon blue
Gone!
Margaret went before her
John a week ago
I am left behind in the toy store,
On my rack, alone.
No one wants to buy me
They think me too forlorn
My raven black curls
They say are too long;
My narrow black eyes,
My pride and joy
They say are too coy.
Everything about me, they say
Is “much too strong for a toy”
My smile even is disagreeable
“its evil”, they say…”its diabolical”
And yet-I hope, wish and pray
Some day will be my day
Some day when some child may
Come in and say
“shes the one”.
“shes the one I wan to buy”
“shes my kindof toy”!
wardha jawdat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-the-one-4/
