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I am a believer in making others happy

I wonder if people actually care how others feel

I hear my family fighting like wolves

I see fake and backstabbing people

I want the same respect back

I am ready for a new change

I pretend to think people respect others

I feel worthy of who I am

I worry that people hurt themselves after getting bullied

I cry for the family loses their loved ones

I am upset with what this world has become

I understand cooking,friendships, and happiness

I Am Poem: Fight for what's right

I say “I love you” or “Everyone is beautiful in their own way”

I dream people will stand up for others

I try and give to others in need

I hope bullying won’t be a thing anymore

I am a woman that wants people to listen to me speak to make this world a better place.

Response:

I wrote this poem like this because this world needs more people who will stand up for who is in trouble. We need to make this world right and happy again. The effect i want this poem to have is people learning that the way people are getting treated hurts them. Its not fair people are hurting inside because some is pulling them down.

Danica

Outgoing, loving, sassy, sarcastic

Cousin of Jaxon, Natalie, and Noella

Lover of orange chicken, root beer, and twix

Who feels ecstatic when family gets along, excited when holding a baby, and loved when cousins hug me

Who needs attention, youtube marathons, and taking pictures of nature

Who gives her all to make people happy, amazing advice, and time for others

Who fears germs, clowns, and stretch marks

Who would like to see Paris, Bora Bora, and Oklahoma

Resident of Lakeside

Crews

Me, Myself, And I

Response:

I wrote this poem this way because i love to talk about myself. I like to tell people a little about me for those who dont know me well.

The smile you had on your face

Your  eyes would shine so blue

Candies and chocolates were your favorite

Laughing when you got mad at me

Then you would pull my hair

Watching you go to the drugstore

Just so you could throw your life away

Even though it cost more than a dime

You still thought we had the money for it

But we didnt, i didnt want to have to let you go

But i did, mommy dearest

Mommy Dearest

Why’d you have to leave me alone to take care of my baby bro

Watching you throw your life away made me sadden..

I loved you, mommy dearest, why’d you have to go

Response:

I wrote this poem this way cause i love my mom so much I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. We are best friends no matter how mad we make each other, we are always there for each other. I want the effect to be always love your parents.

May 6th 2017, at six at night

Laying in a hospital bed, that was in the living room

At six at night

Watching you struggle to breathe with your mouth open

At six at night

Helping you stay hydrated with a soaked sponge i put in your mouth

At six at night

Your eyes stay closed, your body stayed still

At six at night

Everyone surrounds your bed

At six at night

The little kids play outside

At six at night

While you gargle and then stop

our lovely angel

At six at night

It was your grandsons birthday

At six at night

The girls were helping cook his favorite food

At six at night

While i watched you laying there in pain

At six at night

I gave you water on the soaked sponge

At six at night

As it was in your mouth, you grabbed ahold and opened your eyes a little

At six at night

Then let go and the breathing had longer pauses..

At six at night

I called everyone inside except the kids

At six at night

You waited for everyone to be in the room

At six at night

As i was crying with your hand in mine

At six at night

You took your last breath.

At six at night

And then you were gone

At six at night

Had to call hospice to come pick you up

At six at night

I picked out your favorite outfit

At six at night

It was a ruby red dress with a black cardigan

At six at night

Auntie Linda braided your hair,

At six at night

As Natalie picked out a flower to put in your hair

At six at night

Uncle and I took off your clothes to dress you up

At six at night

Hospice arrives while everyone cries

At six at night

They brought out a white body bag

At six at night

They put you in it and took you away

At six at night

We all stand on the porch and watch the van roll away

At six at night

Tears rolling down our face one last time like a waterfall

At six at night

We go inside and dry the tears away with a rough paper towel

At six at night

Just to put on a fake smile for show

At six at night

The family gathers around to have a great time for your life and grandson's birthday

At six at night

Sleep peacefully for forever and always

Response:

I wrote this poem like this because when my great grandma died it was very hard after taking care of her for a few days. i didn't see as often as i would of liked but i know my grandma loved me. The effect i want to have is that it is okay to lose a loved one, they will always be with you.

Softball: [sawft - bawl] , noun. , a form of baseball played on a smaller diamond with a ball that is larger and softer than a baseball: Early mornings and late nights; Lots of fruit and energy bars; A quick 15 minute nap in between games; Dirty uniforms from head to toe like a pig playing in mud for mom to wash; Long carpool road trips with some of your teammates; Big purple bruises on your shins; Big water jugs to drink; Glitter bows, visors, and eye black.

Response:

I wrote this poem because i live for softball. i eat, practice, sleep, eat, game, repeat. I just love it so much even though it takes up most of my time, its worth it. The effect i want is for everyone to find some sport they absolute love because its very healthy for us in every way.