I Lost My Imagination

When I was just five years old
I loved to read and write,
I read about fairies, princesses, and happily ever after's
But mostly, I imagined that my dolls would come to life in the night.

When I was in the first grade,
I started to imagine things even more,
and my mother was so proud of me
that my stories found a home on the refrigerator door.

When I got to the seventh grade
All of the books were assigned
but my mother hardly read my stories or writings anymore
because she could not seem to find the time.

I went to school one morning when I was in grade ten
and my teacher pulled me to the side,
She told me to stop writing so much fiction
and then she handed me an essay guide.

Once I was put into the foster-care system
I refused to show any of my writings to my "MUM",
For quite some time I even stopped writing altogether
because it was just no longer any fun.

Children are supposed to learn by going to school
But my teachers only taught me that I was wrong
But I sure would like to write like that again
But it seems as if my imagination is gone.