“students I want you to write
a poem tonight.
And let that poem come out of you
and be you.”
You want this poem to be me
but if it is it must be free
you give me a templet, a criteria to fit into
the way society has limited me to
I’m 15 years old, defiant and strong willed.
The cookie cutter outline shall never be filled.
at least by one such as I
one who writes her own destiny, the one who will fly.
I ride the bright yellow school bus,
as every day I find I must,
to a house that should be home
To A place that is not my own
I take a seat in the broken rocking chair
there's a different story there.
The words emanate from the pencils lead
many word that's gone unsaid.
I wonder what the world will hold.
My future hasn't yet been told,
but I wish and hope that I’ll be
always 100% me.
I wish for joy, I wish for laughter,
I wish for friends that will last forever after.
perhaps someday I’ll know
why it is people go.
A poem for creative writing.