My Young Women’s Poem

My Young Women’s Poem

By Caitlyn Fox 

A beehive is a little girl

Just starting to bloom

She’ll learn the dance

She’ll learn the ways

She’ll know her place soon.

A mia maid-a special girl

 Her emblem is a rose

With love and faith

And charity

Her testimony grows.

A laurel-a leader

Her victory is great

She is the queen

Of the faith

    She’s crowned at the gate.

  Young Women’s is a special place

For girls large and small

They learn the ways

They learn his will

 It helps them to walk tall.

Beehive, laurel, mia maid

Perfect to at tee

We’ll grow up

And we’ll go far

   But it’s what we’ll always be.

Life is Pain Highness Anyone Who Says Otherwise is Selling Something.

"Life is hard...if it isn't then it's not life."
"Well thanks mom, all of my problems have gone magically away."
"I don't like this attitude you've been giving me later Sara."
"It's just- nevermind."
"What?"
"NOTHING! GOSH MOM! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!"
"Oh so we're shouting now? Good, 'CAUSE I CAN SHOUT TOO! WHY SARA? WHY? WHY DO YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEY ME! WHY DO YOU SULK ALL THE TIME!"
"BECAUSE ME LIFE IS A LIVING HELL!"
"Oh Sara....you are SUCH a drama queen. Nothing else so might I ask why is you life a living hell?"
"Because of back-stabbing bitches, failures, homework, stress, inconsiderate people...shall I go on?"
"Sara, It just sounds like middle school. I don't see why you're so hormonal...crying and shouting. That's all you ever do besides not eating. And why don't you? I don't know BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ME!!"
"FINE! Want me to tell you why I don't tell you the truth about my life at school is because you NEVER EVER LISTEN!"
"I do too listen."
"Oh really....what's my best friends name?"
"Violet."
"Mom...Violet's my cousin. My friend's name is Merida. Which you would know if you LISTENED!"
"FINE! Whatever I'm not going to fight."
"Good because I leaving." Sara walked away slamming her door behind her. When Sara entered her room she had to rush to her bathroom to throw up. Sobbing she grabbed a piece of paper.
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"Sara. Come down! We need to talk."
Silence.
"Sara?! Come down or else I'm coming up."
Silence.
"Alright Sara." As Sara's mom entered Sara's room she gasped Sara was laying lifeless on her bed a knife on the floor her black hair cascading down the side, blood dripping out of her wrist-out of her pale skin her chocolate eyes staring blankly at the wall.
"Oh Sara....why?" Then she saw the crumpled up piece of paper she grabbed it and opened it. It read:

I'm so sorry, especially to you mom. I just couldn't do it. The stress the bullying. I was never pretty like the other girls. I was just plain. And don't get mad at me for throwing myself a pity party mom. But it was too much the demand overwhelmed me. I'm so sorry-forgive me.
                     ~Sara

A short story-written by Caitlyn Fox
copyright: 2012