SBMS Humanities 7

I’m standing on a cloud lookin up

Gates are tall

So bright, so golden

Gates hard as steel

Wondering why I’m not allowed in

- MO

Colors that I see

Colors staring at me

Some pink some are blue

Some just stand out at you

I stare at the painting on the wall

I wonder how we used it all

Some of the colors are as dull as can be

Some as rare as a gem

This is the only wall that has them

I painted this wall and I am proud

Just look at it, isn’t it grand

I did it, with my own two hands

- MO

I wash, I clean, I cook

I wash so much my fingers are prunes

I clean so much my knees are bruised and scraped

I cook so much I burn myself

I have rags as clothes

Feet as shoes and a heart full of hope

- MO

So sneaky, so sly, with its golden eyes

Moves quick but quietly in the night

Is a predator and has no fear

Look out the Fox is here

- MO

A soulless figure floats here

There is no shape, form or movement

The figure is cold: still

- MO

So many colors that I see

There are blues, reds, oranges and greens

So many flowers around me

I could just fall back and they would catch me

But not in the winter when the flowers wilt

Because they tilt, tilt, tilt

However in the spring they sprout and bloom

And then, just then will I hear people swoon

- MO

So bloody so cold

I watch as people die and people save

I wonder why fight why not live

I see fear on people’s faces wonder what goes through their head

Wonder if they think of their families, children and friends

So much violence all around

Bombing, shooting and fighting and more

When will this end?

How will it end?

- MO

Up in the sky, what is that I see?

Shining like a Christmas tree

So bright what light is up in the night?

I wonder how it got there did it fly like a kite

Did it fly like a bird, how up-surd

Did it come from a place called space?

Or did someone make it and throw it as high as they could

I wonder what it is so high up there

Will it ever come down, will I ever see

That shining star glimmering at me

- MO

Why am I here?

Where is everyone?

Why is it so dark?

Why is this place so dead?

Why so bared why so much dread?

Why am I hurting why do I fear?

Why do I listen?

What do I hear?

- MO

Family is like air to me…

I will always need them.

Their presence is my joy…

It’s candy to me.

Their sound is like music to me…

I turn that radio station on all the time…

But when they’re not here…

I slowly die with no air.

I have no more special candy.

And I don’t bob my head or tap my feet to the sound of their music.

But luckily I have my friends.

No matter what you do or where you go.

Who you hang out with and who you don’t

Your friends always stick by your side

Without friends or family, I’m isolated. Just me

I’m stuck in a room with no guiding light.

Witnessing a real life nightmare and loads of fright.

- YB