KIdsWWwrite - April 2007

Her skin was white,
As white as snow,
it gave a glow.
under the moonlight
shining beautifully bright.
Her hair was black and dark
it trembled in the night
as a lonely dog barked.
Her eyes were blue and sad
looking at them made you feel bad.
She wore a black skirt
that didn't show the dirt
and the mud that had splattered all over her boots.
As she ran away from home.
Alone.
She had a heavy cross
hanging around her neck.
And a black shirt matching skirt and shoes
with the shoelaces loose.
She was a goth.
A sad goth.
A goth after all.
She swore as she walked towards the mall.
Feeling not alone after all.
A cat that sat
on a bench miaowed and purred.
The goth sat beside the cat.
And sat.
And sat.
Until the cat saw a rat.
And went to have something to eat.
The goth stared at her feet
thinking about death
and about being a goth.
And about her life.
She would never be a housewife.
She would live alone.
With nothing to own.
Just a bed
she said.
Being a goth is hard
she thought.
But I love it.
I shall never marry.
I'll have a boyfriend
Until our love ends
Then I'll just have friends.
But I like to be alone.
I'm a goth.

	The Goth Sofia, Age 11, Basque Country, Spain