A Collection Of Poems

THE GIRL

There once was a girl.

This Girl was no ordinary girl.

She knew things kept in the dark.

She knew secrets that wrecked worlds.

Oh Yes! The girl knew all.

Then one fateful night.

The girl had disappeared.

Only for her body to be found.

And that's it, there isn't any more.

We don't really know any more.

MATHILDA

Her name was Mathilda.

Not Matilda.

Not Linda.

Not Matt.

Not Maddie.

No one seemed to get that.

When they called her that it made her stomach churn.

Not because she was petty.

Not because she was some pretty Princess.

She wanted people to call her Mathilda.

Simply because that was her name.

No in and No out.

Just Mathilda.

CHARLES and CARLOS

He had been called many things.

Mixed.

Mestizo by anyone who hated him

Half-breed.

Dirty Spaniard

Sin.

Born out of wedlock.

Bastard, that hurt the most.

He understood.

He didn't fear those words.

Those weren't his name.

His name was Charles.

It was Carlos.

It was Free man and Valiant.

His mother was a slave.

He was free.

They could call him the devil.

He wouldn't care.

Mainly because he was free without a fear.

His name was his Pride and Dignity.

It fulfilled and defined him.

They could call him what they wanted.

For he had all he wanted.