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Orphan Girl
I wish I could drown out the noise of talking,
but it's too much of a bother.
If only I had a gentle father,
then I wouldn't mind all the walking.
My feet are small in tight-pinched shoes,
my dress is ragged in many stitches,
if only I were a boy I could wear bright brown britches,
and take a saxophone to sing the blues.
My mother is gone, she does not know me,
I go to school without a way to get home,
I can't speak loudly so I will say it in a poem,
then one day maybe someone will see me.
but it's too much of a bother.
If only I had a gentle father,
then I wouldn't mind all the walking.
My feet are small in tight-pinched shoes,
my dress is ragged in many stitches,
if only I were a boy I could wear bright brown britches,
and take a saxophone to sing the blues.
My mother is gone, she does not know me,
I go to school without a way to get home,
I can't speak loudly so I will say it in a poem,
then one day maybe someone will see me.
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Orphan Girl
Orphan Girl
