Let me tell you a few stories..
They remind me of a young girl.
A young girl named Clarice.
Now, Clarice is very different from other girls.
She doesn't look like the other girls, and she doesn't feel like the other girls either.
This is because Clarice has a mental illness called,
"Intellectual Disability."
Clarice cannot talk like you and I.
In fact, Clarice cannot hear, either.
She speaks in a way, no one can physically hear her words, but see them.
She's very beautiful,
but by her actions, not her face.
She has a flowered soul and a broken heart.
And I'll tell you a few reasons why...
YOU ARE READING
Poems To Calrice, Because She's Drowning.
PoetryClarice is a girl I know who is 8 ft underwater, and no one can see her struggle, but me.
