She was terrified of her teacher
So one day she decided to wag
Blissful it turned out to be
No one to tell her what to do
Nor to scream she was lazy
She stayed at home
Listening to music
Opened a book,
As it turned out, of poetry
The words rolled on her mind
She was hooked
All nine and half years that she was
A poet she wanted to be
It did not work like that
Her people had proper jobs
To do that she had to return to school.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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