Miss Jackson

A little girl in a big new world

She doesn't talk right

She doesn't look right

She doesn't act right

People don't care much now

A few years pass and the girl is older

The world is a bit smaller

She still doesn't talk right

She still doesn't look right

She still doesn't act right

Two other little girls talk to her

Time escapes us yet again

She is older and intelligence is all that counts

She talks better, but not right still

She looks no better

She acts worse

One of the little girls is gone

A new one has taken her place

The sands seem relentless and we lose track of time once more

She talks better, but not good enough for her peers

She doesn't look much different, but her peers care more now

No one cares how she acts

The two little girls are gone

A new girl reaches out

The clock spins uncontrolled, ripping its hand from our grasps

She is understood, but stigma runs deep

She's not that much different from the other girls but stigma runs deep

How she act's is irrelevant

They don't bother to look past the cover of the book

The newest girl stays and the replacement comes back

Our trip don memory lane ends as we find ourselves in the present

The little girl is a teenager now

In a strange new world

She doesn't walk alone

The trio is cemented by friendship and separation from what's familiar

She is understood, nd liked

She is seen, and they don't care

How she acts is payed attention to

Problems gone unchecked for years must now be solved

She can do it, will do it, but it will take more time yet

The future is unknown

How the girl's life will turn out is a mystery

This tale will likely be lost to the eternal enemy: Time