Roseanne1988

Darlene Conner:
[Poem Darlene wrote for English, and had to read out loud on 'Culture Night'] To Whom it Concerns/ Darlene's work will be late/ It fell on her pancakes, and stuck to her plate/ To Whom it Concerns/ My Mom made me write this/ But I'm just a kid, so how could I fight this/ To Whom it Concerns/ I lost my assignment/ Maybe I'll get lucky, solitary confinement/ To Whom it Concerns/ Darlene's great with a ball/ But guys don't watch tomboys, when they're cruisin' the hall/ To Whom it Concerns/ I just turned thirteen/ Too short to be quarterback, too plain to be queen/ To Whom it Concerns/ I'm not made of steel/ When I get blind-sided, my pain is quite real/ I don't mean to squak, but it really burns/ I just thought I'd mention it/ To Whom it Concerns.