In a brownstone on Maple Street,
Lived a young girl who was quite neat,
Her name was Lucy, she had no fear,
But sometimes different, that was clear.

She loved to dawdle and take her time,
But her parents would pester, it was no crime,
They wanted her to move and groove,
And not just laze around and soothe.

Lucy's namesake was her grandmother,
Who taught her that status didn't matter,
And though some might hold prejudice,
She could rise above, with steadfastness.

So Lucy read a new chapter each day,
To learn and grow in every way,
And though some might think her strange,
She knew that being different was no shame.

Reflections

1. How is Lucy different from other kids in her neighborhood, and why does that make her unique?
2. What does Lucy learn from her grandmother, and how does that knowledge help her in her life?
3. Why do you think it's important to not judge people based on their background or appearance?
4. How does Lucy's love of reading and learning help her to overcome prejudice and stereotypes?
5. What do you think Lucy might do next, now that she's learned to be true to herself and not worry about what others think?