It was one of my favorite show. I can't really be bothered to give you the synopsis as Mr Google and IMDB can provide a better option, but what really struck a chord with me about the show was her daughter, Darlene.
Well, Darlene, much like me was a loner and an introvert at that time. Can't really be bothered with the popular group (actually wasn't even being noticed by them at all!) and her family always gets her down. She was also the reason I was into writing poetry, after she read aloud this one poem she wrote (albeit hesitantly after her mom ordered her to) and read in the show.
So today I'm gonna share it with you guys, It is entitled, to whom it may concern;
To Whom It May Concern
By: Darlene Connor F/ Roseanne
To Whom It May Concern,
Her work will be late.
It fell on her pancakes,
And stuck to her plate.
To Whom It May Concern,
My mom made me write this.
And I'm just a kid,
So how could I fight this.
To Whom It May Concern,
I lost my assignment.
Maybe I'll get lucky:
Solitary Confinement.
To Whom It May Concern,
She's great with a ball.
But guys don't watch Tomboys,
Cruising the hall.
To Whom It May Concern,
I just turned seventeen.
Too Short to be quarterback,
To plain to be Queen.
To Whom It May Concern,
I am not made of steel.
When I get blind-sighted,
My pain is quite real.
I don't mean to whine,
But it really burns.
I just thought I'd mention it,
To Whom It Concerns.
(you can also listen to it here : http://www.nola.ornskoldsvik.se/pj/darlene_poem.mp3 )
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