There was a girl who never smiled,
A flaw her mom and dad reviled.
“Smile,” they scorned. “It’s quite offensive
To see our daughter always pensive.”
*
Hidden beneath a heavy cloak
Of pain, of which she never spoke,
Her parents never asked or knew
The reason why her sadness grew...
*
Until the death of Uncle Ben,
A filthy man of lust and sin.
Over his grave, she did not mourn.
She laughed and spat, her smile reborn.
