Dear reader,
There's no difference between
a SchiZ poem or a Lee-Ann poem
They all from the same mind
As they come from the hands
Of a humble poet
Too shy to speak of her real name
And frightened by the welfare office
Finding out that she is intelligent
And capable of writing beautifully
She doesn't want to upset her mother
Who is long dead
And fears the outside world
Thinking she should go to work