The Story Of AWhite Girl That Forgot Her Destination

by Samantha, Age 13, from USA

Riding in the passenger's seat
I ask the driver to turn on the air
So I don't have to sweat in the heat
(AHH!!) Maybe some taxi drivers really do care

We pull up to our destination
I pay the driver as a wonder
Could this be the right location
Oh no! I realize I've made a blunder

Sitting on the stairs waiting ror a ride
Smiling at a dark and shiny oil spill
Nothing and no one could ever hurt my pride
A black man comes up and says, 'hi, I'm Bill'

We sit and talk for a while
I discover we are really quite the same
He says he loves to make people smile
It's then i figure out tis isn't a game

He worked on the Cosby Show
WOW! It's really him!
I could have noticed his radiating glow
Working for TV fills his mind to the brim

He senses I am lost in a world unknown to me
He offers to take me wherever i need to go
In his brand-spanking-new limousine
I ask how i can reapy him but he simply says NO

Bill says he has learned more from me than I'll ever know
I've taught him that everyone has a story to hide just by sharing mine
My whole heart fills with love as we turn to go
I grab his hand for safetyt and he doesn't mind

(This poem was not real in any way whatsoever. I never did meet Bill Cosby he just happened to fit into the story as it was being written)