Little Hurricane

Troubles like a whirlwind spin around my head,

I try to do what's right but mess it up instead.

I don't know why this happens,

I'm really quite a joy,

My daddy says it happens,

'Cause I should have been a boy.

There's a little bit of devil mixed with lots of energy,

The two fuss and battle over my feminenity.

Papa says do not fuss and do not cry,

Like a caterpillar does,

You'll emerge a butterfly.

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This poem in all honesty was written FOR me by my grandmother, so I just wanted to let you know that. I really really love this poem, I think it was fabulously written other than just the sentimental value. I really hope you agree.

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  • asthray.heart
    October 28, 2007

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    Was sweet lowl, the way it battled over her being a tom boy and her father saying that she will be beautiful when she blossoms.

    Thanks for entering, GL.

    ~Lady Madeline.