Table of Contents I’m just a girl A Shy Girl Who Likes Pasta My Big Brother Mother Dance Home Anger Thanksgiving Triangle
I’m Just a Girl
Just because I’m a girl It doesn’t mean I’m weak Doesn’t mean I care too much about my appearance Doesn’t mean I’m full of drama Get to know the real me and not just who you think I am Just because I’m a girl It doesn’t mean wear make-up Doesn’t mean I’m bad at sports Doesn’t mean I can’t do everything boys can do Don’t judge me by my looks, but who I am inside
A Shy Girl who likes Pasta
I am a shy girl who who likes pasta I wonder what it feels like to be weightless I hear birds chirping as the sun rises going chirp chirp I see shadows lurking at night I want to see the world I am a shy girl who likes pasta I pretend I am a bird soaring through the sky I feel butterflies in my stomach I touch fluffy white clouds I worry that I’ll never see the light of day again I cry when someone dear to me dies I am a shy girl who likes pasta I understand why people are afraid of the dark I say that everyone should help protect the Earth I dream that someday the world will no longer have war I try to keep my promises I hope one day to make a difference I am a shy girl who likes pasta
My Big Brother Antonio Balagot Annoying but fun Talks Constantly As smart as a robot If only I had more time to play Doesn’t like school Lazy,but hardworking As lazy as a sleeping fox If only I knew what he was working on
Mother
Meeting up at school Only on the weekdays Taking care of me Hearing me cry Everlasting love Real life emotion
Dance Colorful, rhythmic Moving, swaying, tapping It expresses who you are Whirl
Anger Anger is the color of blood It sounds like a huff and a puff It tastes like a bitter lemon It smells like food burning Anger looks like the depths of the deepest hole And makes you feel trapped
Food was on the table Conversations commenced The fine cuisine was served everyone dove in and I was too slow They devoured They munched They don’t leave anything for you By the end it’s all gone Thanksgiving is a time to stuff yourself