To Be Invisible I know the feeling

It started when I was, much to young ,to convey.
How I felt what I needed, longed to say.

I was left handed , the teacher tried to teach me, that was wrong, really quick!
when she would see me write, with my left hand, she'd whack me with the yard stick.

I was very little, I wanted to be good, so I tried and tried to write with the hand
the teacher thought I should.

My little hand was swollen from all those yard stick, whacks
It's a fresh and open wound now, so long ago I lost track.

I never learned to write with my write hand, even now 50 some years
later, I will never understand.

Now many times I held my head down, on paper I would draw
I had pencil in hand and tried to create my feelings or what I saw.

I went through all the grades most of the time the new kid in school
trying hard to be good, and follow all the rules.

In a crowd , I would just hold my head down with my pencil I would create
nobody noticed me around, invisibility became my fate.

So since a very young age art was my world, it was my shell, in my invisible world

In high school the years passed by, not a cheer leader, or A student, or any pageant queen
I was just a shy kid with average grades that faced bullies so mean then time flipped a page.

Soon , way to soon raising children I learned to talk more and in them I rejoice
for when your the mother of rough housing guys you find your voice.

I do pretty good socializing one on one, but in a crown, the cloak swings round and everything's undon

For many times in a room full of people,  at a busy conference or under the church steeple
I seemed to wear invisibility, nobody sees me , really sees me
I want to scream I am here, oh here I be!

In my family one sibling comes first and one comes last
stuck in the middle between present and past.

Oh I know the feeling of crying out and not being heard
on this vast huge ball, I'm just a little bird.

I want to be acknowledge, for someone to know Im here, I was
I lived I laughed, I loved I cried
I don't want to leave a mark, but it least a smudge before I died.

I want someone out there to say hey she counted
to say, I believed in her when all others doubted.

Just someone to keep my small foot print and say I saw her
she was not invisible to me I seen her so clear
and when my time comes, someone sheds a tear

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