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Prophecy Girl
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Poems She could lay out the path of life,
like others lay down the Tarot Cards.
She could love people for their inside,
the parts even they couldn’t see.
But still she wept,
Stood at the window, watching the rain.
Velvet dress and knitted shawl.
A prophecy girl,
Raven haired and beautiful.
No one understood.
She could not make them understand.
She was too much a product of her time.
It did not matter how many times she told them,
or how many times they sent for the Doctor.
She was mad, they said:
"Had the devil in her".
If not, at least some kind of curse.
How could they not see her blessing?
Why did they insist on making it harder?
She could expect the unexpected,
answer questions you didn’t realise you wanted to ask.
Yet, even she was almost convinced that she was insane.
