An old desert complete with 13 grains of sand

An old desert wind complete with 13 grains of sand

A Poem by BFS 7th and 8th Graders, written in collaboration with Writopia

I forgave them when they cried I roll my eyes when someone tells me they don’t like Steph Curry... I cried when I saw my project partner I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you go and die, I hate it when you disappear, I hate it when/ I hate it when things happen that I don’t expect, it always happens, but nothing good ever happens after I hate it when you leer at me, because the only thing I can see is you leaving me.

Buy a film camera, read 100 books, plant a garden, find a stray cat, travel to the past.

However, a recipe for me includes: a dash of yellow, a splatter of red, a drop of pink and light blue.

An old desert wind complete with 13 grains of sand, and blue pawn tree leaf, a blue half bottle of nailpolish, and a polar bear trapped in a world of snow and glass

A yellow wallpaper, 3 of the saddest words you will ever hear, 7 tears from crying in the mirror. I licked my lips when cotton candy got stuck and I couldn't pull it off. The fresh country air feel so good, especially in summer One day I will learn to fly, like the birds I watch by/ my window.

I lick my lips when I saw my favorite food dish I licked my lips when they were chapped I hate it when I get bad grades I hate it when my mom tells me that every one of my problems is because of my phone

I cried when my cats died I cry when I can’t solve issues that I am dealing with I love it when I’m with my family I love it when it’s the last day of school I hate it when people are ignorant I slammed the door when evangelicals said I was going to hell

I love it when I’m with my family

I love it when the fog covers the tops of buildings I love it when I lick my hands and groom myself like a cat.

Sasha L Class of 2027