Once again I would just like to thank you all for reading my blog and for your lovely comments- they really make my day! Today I am going to be sharing with you a poem that is written in four parts about simply wanting things. I hope you enjoy the first part!
When I was younger
All I wanted were Bratz and Barbies
Or the new Peppa Pig item.
Anything purple and glittery
Had to be mine or I would cry
Until my mum gave in,
Then I would play for a week
And hate that new Bratz doll.
All I knew was more more more-
So that’s what I wanted.
Those stupid wasteful toys
Began to go away,
When I learned I could:
Buy blue eyeshadow, purple eyeliner,
A thousand shades of nail varnish,
Buckets of blusher fit for clowns
And I guess that’s what I was.
I was Troy Bolton’s eight year old girlfriend.
Even as I grew
Taller than Luc, Auntie, Nanny,
Money was still one of the best
Things that I had ever touched.
There was still much more-
Like books, clothes, books,
For me to lay my hands on
Because I was greedy
And I did not think
Of the children in Africa
That want my dinner.
“A kid in Africa would love your casserole.”
I look forward to sharing the next part of the poem with you! My aim for this part of the poem was to show my naivety to the world around me and lack of understanding for the mechanics of money when I was younger.