Hello! I finally wrote another poem! And, to be honest this just came into my head while I was supposed to be studying for my ancient history midterm! I know it's a lot shorter than my other ones, but it just didn't need to be longer. I liked it the way it was, and I hope that this captures the sadder side of Shippo's character. He such a cute feisty little fox demon, but you don't see the side of him that has to deal with the pain he's endured at such a young age. I hope that you guys like it! More poems may be on the way if I am inspired. I usually can't sit down with the intent of writing a good poem... it just comes to me when I'm doing something else. Sporadic, ya know? So anyway, here's the poem for Shippo.
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My heart is bigger than my might
I am brave though I am small
Every day I face grief and pain
Though I am only two feet tall
I see things a child shouldn't see
And I am no stranger to sorrow
My father's dead, my mother's gone
I have no hope for a better tomorrow
Sometimes the others overlook me
Because I am not very strong
Sometimes I feel worthless
And feel like just a tag a long
I can put up a courageous shell
Feistiness hides my fear
He makes me feel as though
I cannot shed one tear
But a child cannot help it
When the going gets tough
A child can only see so much blood
Before he wants to scream enough
For their sakes I will be brave
And for my own heart too
Until this weary war is over
There is little else I can do
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My heart is bigger than my might
I am brave though I am small
Every day I face grief and pain
Though I am only two feet tall
I see things a child shouldn't see
And I am no stranger to sorrow
My father's dead, my mother's gone
I have no hope for a better tomorrow
Sometimes the others overlook me
Because I am not very strong
Sometimes I feel worthless
And feel like just a tag a long
I can put up a courageous shell
Feistiness hides my fear
He makes me feel as though
I cannot shed one tear
But a child cannot help it
When the going gets tough
A child can only see so much blood
Before he wants to scream enough
For their sakes I will be brave
And for my own heart too
Until this weary war is over
There is little else I can do
