Poems By Ruth

Little One

Shh... Little one don't cry.

Shh... Please tell me why?

Why is it that it was you?

Please tell me which one, who?

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Tell me where it hurts the most?

I will make your favorite, Cinnamon toast.

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Tell me of the bad kid.

Please open up your lid.

Tell me of the names we all know.

Let me see the scars you won't show.

Tell me how it made you feel.

So I can help you heal.

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Tell me so I can make you smile.

I promise to go every mile.

Tell me so I can make you laugh.

I will do it all on your behalf.

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Tell me please, Little one.

For I know this is not fun.

Tell me of the every first time.

This is a very horrible crime.

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Tell me of the place on the street.

Of the place where the bad people meet.

Tell me of who they are.

This will not go to far.

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Tell them to learn pray,

And to have a nice day.

Tell them to say farewell,

Or to just go to hell!

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Tell them to do no more.

That you won't even the score.

Tell them life gets better.

Even if it won't matter.

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Tell them it's alright, to be dishearted.

Or that it's ok to be bombarded.

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Tell them years from now

Please tell them how,

Tell them how to happy.

Say it was from your great grand Pappy.

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Tell them you will learn.

Even if it's not your turn.

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Tell them you are very proud

That you know someone so loud.

Tell them you won't take this sh*t!

Or maybe just to forget it!

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Tell them thy can't get you down.

That you know many people in this town.

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Tell them that you are smart.