My name is Namirah and I am known as the middle child.
When people meet me they certainly don’t know I can be wild.
My name means tiger, and mother says I am no less
But I have a weakness, I can’t play chess!
I love to draw and paint
My mother says I’m good, even though I know I aint
I enjoy riding my bike and walking with my sister in the park
But I get extremely terrified when I hear a dog’s bark.
What I mostly enjoy is messing around with my sister and brother
But at the end of the day we learn to love each other.
I really hate it when people lie to my face
Because all I have to say is get out of my space.
When people lie I say good-bye
When teacher call on me when I’m not raising my hand,
I get so nervous that I can’t take the stand.
I love my family to death
And hope they stay with me until my last breath
But with that comes a fear, which sometimes brings me into tears
The fear that someday, I will lose them
And that day I will lose the most precious gem.
I dream to see Paris and the Eiffel tower
I just can’t wait to sense the accomplishment power.
I hope to complete the teacher’s academy here, at Centennial High School
This will be an accomplishment, so I don’t feel like a fool.
I have talents that yet I am yet not aware of
But I know I can get creative very easily thereof.
As you know I can be wild, but in me there’s another child
A child who is quiet and shy
If pushed too far, she will cry.
I know it is sad that I really hate to read
But it is certainly true indeed.
I hate writing research papers, but love creative writing.
It gives me freedom and makes my life exciting.
I would describe my learning style as audio and visual
Though if I learn anything it seems like a miracle.
I know this poem was somewhat cheesy and dramatic
But the words just came to me automatic