Sara Poem by Phillip Dodham Cormier

Sara was a girl
Nothing special about her
Just another girl in the crowd
No one ever noticed her
Sara was a no body
She wanted to be loved
She wanted to be noticed
She wanted to live
No one saw her
She was the good girl
The girl no one would ever notice
Poor Sara
How to change?
She needed a funeral
A funeral of a good girl
But how?
Do it
Do it to me now
She tried this with any boy she could find
None saw her
None heard her
Poor Sara
Soon nothing was left for her
Slowly crimson rivers flowed forth
A wooden box is lowered
Soil is put on the box
Flowers lain across the soil
And all the while a boy stood off in the distance
A tear runs down his cheek