I’m just going to sit here. <br />I won’t say a word. <br />I’ll be like the children <br />who are seen and not heard. <br /> <br />If I talk I’ll say something <br />I know I’ll regret, <br />‘cause I’m so mad at Sissy, <br />I may never forget. <br /> <br />She broke all my crayons, <br />then she threw them away, <br />and she blamed me for spilling <br />her milk yesterday. <br /> <br />I keep thinking about <br />what I learned when just small: <br />either say something nice, <br />or say nothing at all. <br /> <br />If I say what I want to say, <br />I might be heard, <br />so I’m just going to sit here <br />and not say a word.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-talking-children/
