Little youg girls are much more like monkeys than little girls at all.
by
Shannon Babic

They are a crazy group of kids
Always running and screaming
Never focusing on the real task at hand
But there is one who is unlike the rest
She keeps to herself, and giggles in the corner
She only speaks when spoken to, never the first to talk
But once you get to know the shy sweet thing
You find that she is not so shy after all
She climbs up your back till she’s gone too high
Speaking freely about friends and her day so far
Always grabbing your treats and answering your call
Little girls are much more like monkeys than little girls at all.

Quiet Little Girl
by
Aldo Ellis

Quiet little girl stays in the back of the classroom.
Dark skin, dark brown eyes, long black hair make up her tone
Doesn’t talk to anybody, she keeps to herself
She feels as if she doesn’t need anybody else
Night after night stays in her room
Overhears her parents arguing in the kitchen
Steadily walks into the argument
Asks them “Why?”
Parents tell the little girl she is the reason they argue
She wants to leave on a bus, thinks her leaving is overdue
She thinks if she leaves, her parents will stop fighting
If she leaves on a bus, where will she go?
Not even she knows
So everyday she gets on the bus, parents don’t bother to say bye
She thinks she’s alone, nobody can relate to her pain
Alone in this cold world is how she feels
A disease that eats away at her with ease
Every day the kids play at recess
But the kids don’t let her tag along
A kid oppressed in her society
Every Wednesday, four high school students play with kids
Her face lights up like Christmas lights, and she unveils herself to me
She doesn’t know, but I understand how she feels
Students leave, only to return next week
And the quiet little girl goes back to her cold world
Back to the arguing, back to the pain.