Eyes that could see and create
Yet kids play and discriminate
Kids push away for such a state
A feeling of guilt which they eliminate
A talent for such an age
A pen ready to make
Eyes set on a page
Keeping it so wide awake
Mother dear, mother dear
Little Jean is crying
Mother dear, Mother dear
Outside is tough but inside she is dying
Fear and insecurities build up
Knowing that everyone rejects
Her family filled that cup
The one she respects
A pen on her hand
Pride on her heart
Little Jean is writing!
Oh what an explicit grand!
Dreams came true
Hardwork paid off
A life she pursued
Withstanding their woe
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