A Poem by Victoria Lynn Hall
They built boxes that could not contain me Told me their version of the facts But didn't explain them to me And when I didn't conform so easily They saw fit to complain about me They called in Mom but they got Dad And found that they had more than they bargained for Because when they invited him in To be told of my sins It became clear who he would argue for He said, “You are here for her, she's not here for you And you don't know my child as well as I do If her interest is something you fail to earn Then the fault is in how you teach Not in how she wants to learn” An eavesdropper would later say That I was the most spoiled creature But what I learned that day Was what I was worthy of and that I was loved By my favorite teacher
Note: I read this poem on the video of the Wonderland Campaign Discussion Group meeting for Wonderland Reboot Part 3 – Summer School.
A self taught artist and creative entrepreneur, Victoria Lynn Hall lives in the Kansas City area with 4 spoiled cats. She believes in art and the magic of kindness.