Why, Maman, Why?
by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Sunday, November 24, 2002
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Why, maman, why? Why am I this way?
I don't know why I always hurt day after day!
I don't know why I have to take all of these pills;
I don't like always feeling so sad or so very ill!
I know there must be a reason, but it's not easy;
And it is hard when my tummy feels so queasy!
I wish I could run like a cheetah, so very fast;
I don't always enjoy coming in dead last!
I know I can't help that I have arthritis or this pain,
But I wish that I could stop hurting again and again!
I know it hasn't been easy; I hate it when you cry;
When you cry over me, I just want to give up or die!
I don't like it when you feel sorry for me;
A normal child is what I really want to be!
So don't cry for me so much; I ask of you today;
I don't like it when you treat me this way!
Just try to help me cope; I want to be glad;
I would rather be glad than to feel so sad!
Ronee' was annoyed at her mother because her mother was crying over her daughter's situation, and Ronee' decided that she had enough, so she spoke her mind.