Hey SUSIE girls! We want to show off your creative side. • Got a poem you’ve written? Let us see it! • What about your art? Send us a scanned image of your work! • Are you a photographer? E-mail a couple of your pics to us! Then a couple of times each month we’ll feature the creative work of SUSIE girls here in the Creative Corner. Check out what this week’s edition of what SUSIE girls are doing!
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It sits on a wall,
To patiently wait
To cast out its stare—
The succulent bait.
It is not genteel
And it is not kind
It is a hunter
With one thing in mind
Just look at this girl
Who swallowed the bait
And wanted to leave
When it was too late.
She saw the object,
And its safe display.
She sat before it
And it lured her away.
The girl sat and listened
For hours to hear
The sweet words it spoke
So close to her ear.
Its words seemed pleasant
But soon were unbidden.
She wished she could leave
But that was forbidden
“You’re simply too fat”
It once said to her.
So she believed it
And searched for the cure.
Soon, she stopped eating.
It was not content.
It found something else
With which to torment.
She never could please
That glimmering glaze.
She wanted again
To hear it’s praise.
But all she would hear
Were tasks to be done
And each time she finished,
There was a new one
She did not like it,
That thing on the wall
And wished she had never
Looked in it at all.
She wanted something
And wanted it so,
But could not have it,
For the thing said “no”.
What she wanted now
Could not be clearer.
She had it before
She looked in the mirror