When I was 5, I met a little girl on the yellow school bus with pigtail and ribbons.
Little did I know that this girl would become my best friend.
When I was 8, this little girl with ribbons walked on the yellow school bus with stitches in her forehead.
Little did I know that the stitches weren't an accident.
When I was 11, the little girl with overalls and ribbons in her hair bothered me, and I ignored her.
Little did I know that all she wanted was someone to talk to.
When I was 13, the little girl with ribbons had bruises scattering her body.
Little did I know that the bruises were from someone whom she loved dearly.
When I was 16, the not-so-little girl got very sick and went to the hospital. And little did I know that she was in the hospital because her yellow school bus turned to black and because she wanted her ribbons to turn to rope.
~mj-k
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PoetryThis is a collection of original poems that I've written. Some poems may be very depressing because they've come from some of the hardest times in my life. If you are triggered easily, please read at your own risk.
