A little bit different, a lonely child was she,
Her mother so out of touch, a young girls misery.
Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,
She did not fit in at school, something else about her.
They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger grew,
A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.
The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end,
So different was she, this child no more to be.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
This makes me very sad. No one should be so unhappy.
I am in this writing. Thanks for reading.
On Mon, Feb 1, 2016 at 6:33 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Society does not nurture difference.
Thanks for reading
On Mon, Feb 1, 2016 at 7:08 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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So goes my calling- taking such a child and imbuing her with confidence and the knowledge that she matters greatly.
Thanks so much for reading.
On Tue, Feb 2, 2016 at 5:19 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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