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Please Don’t Be Mean, Jean

It

broke my heart

when you called me, dumb.

I didn’t feel very smart.

..

I had to make some art.

So my feelings

would not

go numb.

I know it was

your opinion.

I know it was

your word.

I think

we are

both smart

or

haven’t you

ever heard?

If I put you down,

I go down too.

If I’m not nice

then

I will feel blue.

If I want to be

positive,

if I want to

love life,

then I can’t be cruel

or generate

any stress

or

any strife.

Words make a difference,

I want to be careful

with what I say.

I wish to give

kind messages,

to be a light

on this day.

Did I tell you,

Jean,

that I think

you are keen?

I like when

you are nice.

It gives my heart

a happy sheen.