Wednesday, April 24, 2013

First Row by Amber Rose



A little girl lost in her own music
Music fed by the fury of her past
A little girl who had known no mother
Whose short tempered father had been a drunk
Throughout school she was bullied by her peers
Teachers whispered about how she would fail

In eighth grade she took an orchestra class
For once in her life someone noticed her
Her teacher asked her to stay after class
She worried thinking of what she’d done wrong
Tears swam her eyes as her teacher praised her
After school she hurried to tell her dad

A bottle and a half already down
She clings to his side and shares her great news
He shakes her off and takes a pull again
Failing again to get him to listen
She runs to her room feeling so alone
Kneeling at her bed praying for a mom

The next day in class, lost in her music
Her teacher asks her to come by her house
Her teachers heard rumors of her home life
Talking about life and laughing at boys
While walking to her teachers to practice
Day after day they continue they continue to play

The bullying and whispers had all stopped
Her teacher she now considered her friend
Years flashed by and she is now twenty five
Hundreds of people come to her first show
Fear disappears as she looks through the crowd
Her teacher now mom smiles in first row

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