STJES 7th Grade Poetry for TLW 2008 Poetry Slam

That sour taste.

The taste the little girl remembers from so long ago.

That taste was a strawberry.

The girl’s mother wanted her daughter to try a strawberry.

They popped a strawberry into the baby girl’s mouth.

Then the face.

The little girl shrugged up her shoulders really high,

And squeezed her face together.

When her mother saw that face,

She had to get it on camera.

They had to feed the poor girl more strawberries.

The little girl was being tortured with strawberries,

But that same girl still loves strawberries today.

The little girl took her training wheels

Off of her pink and white bike.

Ecstatic, excited, scared.

She felt many different emotions.

Ten minutes,

That’s all it took,

For her to master it on her driveway.

Next, she thought,

Something a tad more extreme.

Very steep, intimidating hill.

This was her next mission.

Soaring, flying.

Down the hill she went

Like a bird,

Free.

Feeling the wind against her face.

But then,

Oh no!

She lost control.

Scared to death

About what would happen next,

The little girl shut

Her eyes.

A large, brick pillar

At the bottom of

The hill

Broke her fall.

The doctors

Examined her.

Many cuts and bruises,

Broken fingers

The little girl was

Clearly,

Going to be fine.

Four girls and a boyAll waiting at TargetFor the Mom with a rideOnce jammed in the carA girl mad a ridiculously, rude retortWhich landed the five kids on the street,Three girls pleas placed them back inBut the one girl did not yieldAnd the inauspicious boy had to stayFor the stubborn girl was his sister The temperature was hyenasToward the two, tiered siblingsLaughing at them in its heat,As they slugged in its wakeTo ensure their pain was the sameThe irritated boy pestered the siblingOnce home everyone else was like hyenasLaughing amusingly at their journey,And for just deserts the girl Was locked away in the house of a jail Until the day woke on Monday

Honesty,

It’s a needed trait

For being a friend.

Without it

You will lose all trust

Forever.

You will lose friends

Because they do not trust you.

You will be

Sitting,

Staring into space

Alone

Because you had no

Honesty.

A super cleaner,

with little sponges,

getting every groove,

cavity, and crevice,

but you are

meaner

when

unused

you

give

me

troubles

at the

dentist.

My family is like a pack of cars.

My dad is the Cadillac Escalade,

Big, Tough, sometimes not forgiving.

But nice and comfy on the inside.

My mom is the Lotus,

Small, cozy and loving, but also fierce.

My brother is the Volkswagen Beetle,

Tiny, fat, but always loving, unless he

Is grumpy because he doesn’t get his oil on time.

And I am the Bugatti Veyron,

That drives circles around the family to keep it together.

One of the keys unlocks the kindness and easy going side.

The Other key unlocks a fierce amount of horsepower,

Always ready to take on any challenge.

from the wooden floor

first in demi

and out the door

there ribbons are so light

like a bird taking flight

twirling and whirling

dancing and prancing

first

second

arabesque

tendue

they make it happen

yes they do

I am not Rich,

I am not poor.

I don’t have any expensive jewelry,

I don’t have any Coach.

I go to a private school (it gets kind of boring),

With only 36 kids in a class.

I have many good friends,

And some “not my favorite.”

My friends worry when they break a nail,

Or if we wear the same outfits.

I’m not miserable,

And neither is anyone else in my grade.

None of us have experienced,

Any pain or hurt that wouldn’t let us live life.

There is always gossip,

Drama,

But none of it matters.

We all wonder,

Who has a boyfriend?

Or

Why is she wearing that?

Or

OMIGOD! I don’t have an outfit for the dance.

We worry about all the things that don’t matter in the world.

We should be worrying about,

Global Warming,

The war,

And more important things in life.

I have a cell phone and so does everyone else.

There are so many clicks and groups in my school.

With only 36 kids it gets really hard.

I worry about the same things the rest of us do.

How I look,

Or

My grades,

Or

Socially

Or if a need a manicure (just kidding)

 All my friends do the same things every weekend.

But it does get really hard.

Sometimes I get headaches,

But what really bugs me,

Is when the mess up my Mani.-Pedi. (Just kidding)

We live in the safest area in Maryland.

There might be things that annoy me,

But there is nothing that really is seriously wrong with me in my life.

And I will hopefully never feel the pain,

That there is in the world.

My life is a snowflake,

It is different then my friends.

I am similar to everyone,

But that always depends.

My friends are always loving,

They have caring hearts of love,

They love me,

For who I am,

And that is enough.

Peer pressure

Drinking, smoking, drugs

Some of the challenges we face almost everyday

While some fall in others have to stay strong to not fall in

So there will still be someone to make the world a better place.

Peer pressure