White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

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One was just a little shy
the other just smiling wide
hand in hand they go their way
singing songs as they played

Neither noticed all the glares
they ran about without a care
climbing ladders, and swinging on swings
soaring high as birds with wings

They jumped and they fell and laughed till it hurt
they gathered leaves and played in the dirt
their dresses twirled as they spun about
they took turns seeing how loud they could shout

It was time to go their separate ways
starting to cool from the fading rays
they said “goodbye, see you again
we will be the best of friends.”

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Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
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Madan mohan Swami

Poem convey the feeling of sameness with no scope for discrimination specially in childhood .I like it.

Wanda Johnson

Proud Of My Daughter Minnie Wilson! Mother Of Five Beautiful Children, Wife, and A Great Daughter. She Works Hard, Write Children Books, Poems And Is A Fabulous Artist , and A Very Hard Worker. Doing This An Still get up get the children off to school and then go to work. She will go far in life as long as I always taught her to put God First then everything else will follow. Love You Minnie! MOM


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