Remember that little girl
Drawing on the chalkboard
The look of pure joy plastered o her face
Admiring her little painting
She took a step back
She was creative
But the teacher had a meterstick
And the meterstick saw the girl's hands
Remember the little boy
He liked ballet
He hated football
Every time he danced he felt the weigt bein lifted
But the jocks had their words
And the words got to his heart
Now she is a millionare
She sells paintings of hers
He teaches kids
And watches them dance across the room
Her paintings are on his walls
His words are in his heart
How did this even happen
Just by a smack on the hand
Or words taken to heart
