Outside looking in
by
Rebecca Couture
copyright 06-29-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
A child stands on the outside looking in.
Never to be a part of the play.
They grow but the child is always left behind.
Always to be outside looking in.
Just once wishing to be seen and accepted.
Wanting to be included, just once.
Why must the child always watch and be alone?
Just once
Can't you take time out of busy play to include the child who is different?
Must this child always be kept outside looking in?
The child grows yet is always left behind
Because she is slow
Always she is alone.
Rae
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This piece seemed pretty good. I think that in the title you should capitalize the L in looking and the I in in. You don't have to however, but it might look better. One of the main things in this poem was that it seemed a bit sad. If it was me that was always looking in I would probably bang down the door until someone let me in. That is just me however and a lot of it has to do with how certian people are raised. Once again a little bit more detail should be added. But a lot of the words in this piece where already descriptive, and maybe it isn't always good to tell people to describe because we get to use our imagination's. Keep up the fantastic work.
Rebecca, I commend you for daring to write about a subject that, more often than not, most people would like to keep under the rug. I transported mentally retarded children for over twenty years. I saw my share of differences and believe you me, the differences were the same, if you know what I mean! To be on the outside looking in is not a pleasant thing, for neither children nor adults. Education is the key to overcoming these differences and unfortunately, the world will always have its share of uneducated people. Thank you for such a wonderful poem.