In Perfect Cursive


Drifting, floating in the wind,
Unnoticed, uncared for, unloved.
Trying to blend in, merging with the wall
Passing classes just barely
So she can get out
And be with her book
Filled with her drawings
That no one ever looks at.

On the front page she writes, in perfect cursive
"If you saw me, you would love me.
If I were anything more than a face,
you would praise me.
If I was like you, you would accept me.
If only you would look."

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I am tweleve years old and I was born in California, but I live in Hawaii now. I have always been interested in literature. I've written comic books and short stories when I was younger. In third through sixth grades, we learned about poetry. I have always liked it and thought I was a talented poet. I can write all the poetry styles that I know of, but I've always enjoyed writing free verse the most. I live with my mom, a writer and a poet. She has always been helpful and inspirational. I give special thanks to my two English teachers for their consultation on this poem. I will continue to write and love poetry, hopefully for the rest of my life.