The girl with the flower crown was the most beautiful happy girl in town.
She believed this until the monsters came.
These monsters weren't ones with sharp teeth and nails, they looked just like you and me.
The Girl with the flower crown loved to explore and spend time with her friends in abandoned buildings. They would dance and sing until their feet and their voices were numb.
But then the monsters would say, "Why would you play their? You're weird!"
They made fun of her and called her names.
The Girl with the flower crown stopped dancing and singing.
She would think, "The monsters are right, I am weird, I should change."
The Girl with the flower crown realized that these monsters were everywhere.
They were at school, on the streets, and even at home. She would hide from the monsters the best she could.
At school she'd hide by sitting in the back so she wouldn't be bombarded by the words.
On the streets she would walk with her head down and avoid conflict.
At home she would hide under the sheets because it was safer than outside with the monster's words.
The Girl with the flower crown wasn't the only one.
She had spent so much time learning how to hide rather than how to live that she never realized that her monsters weren't alone either.
The Girl with the flower crown met the boy with the sad smile.
They were one in the same, but together they were double the strength.
They supported one another and the monsters turned into scared kittens.
Because they too were ones who were bombarded with mean and terrible words.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl with the Flower Crown
PoetryThis is dedicated to a wonderful person who left the world too soon.