Poetry I wrote when I was 9 years old

4 years, 4 months ago

I found this in my room at home the other day. I think that some of you may like it – It clearly shows I understood individuality from an early age!

Me

I am single.
No one is like me.
No one is called Bernadette Ashley.

Nobady can do my work for me
or it is not mine.
Nobody can dress like me –
My hair, my eyes, my skin.

My unique instrument no one can copy,
mimick or impersonate.
I am live.
No one can record me and play it
when I am dead.

No one can do my mission for me.
I am like a blue piece of wool among
other pink ones.

April 25, 2011 at 1:41 am
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Profile photo of Alex Eastman Alex Eastman (66) (@alex) 4 years, 4 months ago ago

beautiful :3

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Profile photo of Joe Hamilton Joe Hamilton (0) (@1joehamilton) 4 years, 4 months ago ago

Wow! Do you have a big ego or what? Lol!

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Profile photo of Bernadette Ashley Bernadette Ashley (1) (@sunthatcastsnoshadows) 4 years, 4 months ago ago

@Joe Yeah defo. I can’t believe that was my work when I was a child. I thought this one was way better than “The pig who wanted some sleep” though :D

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Profile photo of Martin Walsh Martin Walsh (4) (@kakistos) 4 years, 4 months ago ago

Its a really good place to start from really. Though i’d have to wonder that having done this depth of investigation of what you are as a child, have you since challenged it? not to say that your behaviour and thoughts aren’t singular, but are they actually yours? what claim is there to put on them? and what is there of this bernadette that holds them?

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