Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday, September 8 - America, Fairyville?

 
A fairy put into this big world
she has a little voice,
and has a tiny body.
She isn't our size.
 
Fairy has no fairy friends,
she is all alone
in a judgmental society.
We are mean.
 
She loves glitter,
and we hate it.
She loves animals,
we hate them.
 
People rush,
and time moves quick.
No one notices Fairy.
She doesn't like it here.
 
It is difficult,
she wants to go home.
But she cant,
she is stuck.

1 comment:

  1. I really liked this poem, it is very real. I liked the interpretation of the fairy still being small and adjusting to the real world. maybe elaborate on the location of where she is or why she is there, but it was just fine without it. love glitter too.

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