Am I a shovel digging into the dirt
with the muck sticking to the sides
the sweat gripping the top
Or
Am I a butterfly seeking the light
Its wings high in the air a pallet of colors
All
that I seem to know about myself is caught in cage
the words endlessly thumping against the sides of its metal walls
Armenia,
faith,
religion
waiting to be
released
waiting for the memories to rush out
waiting for the truth to be unveiled
to the 12-year-old girl I know so well, who is still waiting
Grade: 6
Bethesda
Washington, DC
“The Tiger”
An eco-friendly world with peace and lush forests. A place where everyone can get a good education and learn about poetry.
My dad because when I was little he introduced me to the world of poetry and I have loved it ever since.