Poem By Leah Wells
I'm made of silver, I'm not made of gold
Making up lies out of what I've been told
I can't be the first, I can't be the last
I fear of the future and not of the past.
Tell me the lesson, I'll get to the learning
I'll start the fire, then do the burning.
I'm a good girl, I promise not to bite
But hurry up because I can already see the light.
So get to the point, cause I'm not living long
give me the lyrics, I don't need the song.
I'm packing my bags, you can't beg me to stay
Cause I've made up my mind and I'm living this way.
I'm already gone, so get off my back
Cause when I've got reasons, I plan to attack.
You know that I'm stubborn, so don't mess with me
I'm like a caged lion, waiting to be free.