She sits on the porch <br />early in the morning <br />just as the sun breaks through some clouds <br />after a stormy night <br />and her thoughts wander off <br />to what people are saying about her. <br /> <br />You are far too old to still be adopted. <br />People do like babies <br />as they are cuddly and cute. <br /> <br />There are so many clouds in her heart <br />and the children at the orphanage say: <br />“you are far too pale and to ordinary <br />and there is nothing special about you. <br /> <br />It’s almost as if it rains in her heart <br />and there is a deep longing to belong to somebody <br />and her hazel eyes are now flooding. <br />She tangles her hands around herself <br />as if in an embrace. <br /> <br />“I will be good <br />and will always remember to say thank you. <br />I will be polite <br />and will always leave a seat for older people on the bus <br />and I will ask to be excused, <br />and I will go to school and do my homework. <br />Please, won’t somebody just take me.”<br /><br />Daleen Enslinstrydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-somebody-pleas-take-me/
