The Crazy Woman By Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I'll wait until November That is the time for me. I'll go out in the frosty dark And sing most terribly. And all the little people Will stare at me and say, "That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May." Everyone acts crazy at some point in their lives. This poem reminded me of the times where you did something ridiculous and only you and your friends understood what was going on. You weren't doing anything crazy, you were just having innocent fun with friends.