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Date Added: October 11, 2011 00:10:45 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Girl With The Sad Eyes
I live in a wonderful town, called Clairton
Nestled in a valley, in west Pennsylvania, a steel town
A town of good, hard working, God fearing people
One of those towns you might find in the Midwest
But this little burg is in the Northeast
 
A town, where everyone has a smile or a good word
Nary an unpleasant sort, you would ever run into
A town where children play anywhere, with no fear
They even leave their doors unlocked at night
In this day and age, THAT....is a rarity
I'm proud to live and work here in Clairton
 
I'm a teacher, at the Clairton middle school
I teach science and math....to some exceptional kids
Every day is a challenge, because these kids are so bright
They give me a go and yes, it's a pleasure to teach them
One standout student, is this twelve year old girl
An honour student, in one of my eighth grade classes
Possibly, the brightest student in the school, by far
 
I have her in my Earth and Space Science class
A pretty little girl, always participating, always right on
Long, loose blonde curls....and sad brown eyes
I say 'sad', because albeit she always has the answers
She never once, in my time there....ever smiled
Something of a loner is she, stays to herself, mostly
 
All the boys try to catch her eye, but she evades them
I always wondered what the story was with her
I mean, she had the world on a string....yes, she does
A young, pretty, well mannered girl, always polite
She'd be a standout in high school, bound for glory
Any college would snap her up, if she continued her ways
 
The other girls fairly shunned her, probably out of jealousy
Most likely, they felt threatened by her looks and her brains
She wasn't like the other girls, she was very conservative
Always wore a dress, knee socks, flat shoes, no jeans, no makeup
She was intent on her studies, she wanted to be a physician
Pediatric physician...I told her that was most admirable
 
I thought I saw just this slight glimmer of a smile, once
I was wrong, it made me feel kind of sorry for her
Just what could it be, that would vex a twelve year old, so
In such a way, that she always had this look of....melancholia
One day, in the cafeteria, I saw her, alone at the table, at lunchtime
I decided then, that I would find out just what ailed this splendid child
 
Her name is Leigh Anne....and this is what she told me...
 
"I know you wonder about me and why I never seem glad
I notice your frown, when you turn around and see that I look sad
I can lie and say, that it's about a boy, a lost dog, or something like that
But you'd never guess, why I so digress....it's not as simple as that
I see the world around us, systematically going to hell, in a big way
The time is running out, it makes me want to cry and shout, we're heading for our judgement day!"
 
I felt her overwhelming pathos grip me, the words of this child were true
So taken with her, was I, that I wanted to cry and just hug her....what could I do?!
I saw a single tear run down her face and that same sad look in her eyes
So in tune was she, with this world's reality, that no pep talk could ever disguise
I listened to more of her lamentations, I felt so awed by her intellectual mind
She was wounded, you see, by Mankind's inhumanity, a more caring person, I would never find
 
"My dear teacher, I trust you with my worldly concerns, I know that you'll never tell a soul
Not even my mom and dad can see, why I'm not happy and carefree, being so aware of things, taking their toll!
I don't understand why we must go on fighting, for lands that we don't even own
Those countries we try to free, don't give a DAMN for you or me, it's like trying to get blood out of stone 
I apologize for the bad language, my mom taught me that a lady don't swear
But sometimes, you see, the angst builds up in me, because I know that the world just doesn't care!
Why is brother killing brother?! That's not what God meant to be
Yet things are way out of whack, in Afghanistan and Iraq, I want our soldiers, home....that's my fervent plea!"
 
She went on just a bit further, this exceptional child, that I so admire and respect
To ignore the truth she speaks, is a crime, are we really out of time? Or can we still try hard to connect?
When she finished, she burst into tears, burying her head in my shoulder, for comfort and peace
For those tears in her eyes, there could be no disguise, Leigh Anne finally found her release
I dried her eyes and assured her, that all this would remain with me, her new, trusted friend
Maybe someday she'll meet, other passionate, caring souls on the street and that's when all the lies and hypocrisy might end!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Author's Notes:
I know, it's lengthy and all that, so make of this what you can. But if more people would see, this beautiful child's reality, we'd be a better world....God Bless You, Leigh Anne!
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeMendy Sue on December 17, 2014 12:14:56 AM Report
Such a beautiful story, enjoyed reading this even though its sad, a very great write

Comment By: PremiumLindaM on February 17, 2013 09:09:45 PM Report

I was browsing the short story catagory and luckily I happened upon this gem.

I love the story and the way you penned it.

Linda

Comment By: Freecolin skilton on October 11, 2011 04:56:46 PM Report


My friend please don't apologise for the story being long, its not its very sad and damning of us as a race that a child can feel such pain because we choose to destroy all that is good in the world for one word or another. When l was a young child l felt the pain of love so bad l cried on Good Friday for the death of our Lord and was told to grow up. Grow up to what? Please tell this young lady not to grow up and be cynical stay the truth that she is and let her teach us the stupidity of our ways and maybe just maybe one day we will understand her wisdom.


Thankyou for sharing with us and God Bless YOU Leigh Anne,I bow sincerely to your greater wisdom.


Colin

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 11, 2011 12:21:31 PM Report


What an amazing story.... Your so gifted my friend....

 I always enjoy storys....that have a message or life true emotions...





 


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