A/N: I can't believe that I'm going to publish these. O.o
For a school project, I had to write five poems, each based around a character from To Kill a Mockingbird.
Since they're still sitting on my desktop taking up space, I decided that I might as well publish them.
So, here is the first one, based upon Mayella Ewell.
And please don't be mean; I know that these poems suck. :-P
Enjoy! :D
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Mayella Ewell
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I've never seen such sad, sad eyes;
So terrified, so haunting…
And yet those red geraniums stand,
So beautiful, so daunting.
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Souls are shattered every day;
Hearts broken, every hour.
But to see a young girl tortured so,
It makes my mouth taste sour.
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Her pale blond hair, it's long and dirty,
Her skin, tanned by the sun.
To her, those children, she's their mother,
Not just "the oldest one."
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She's suffered through her life alone,
She does not understand;
Her hormones, or her aching hunger,
Just to kiss a man.
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She's been raped, and beaten; punched and thrown;
And kicked around the floor.
I wonder if she ever thinks,
"I can't take this anymore."
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Yet, she's still there, so if nothing else,
There's some hope deep in her heart.
To run away, to gain a life,
To prove she's worthy and smart.
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But sometimes, when I see her there,
I cannot help but deem,
That to escape the hell that is her life,
Is nothing but a dream.