I am rich in darkness
I wander in fear with my pride
not a mortal, but a flame.
I’m rich in a window
I quiver in my volcanic image
smooth but violent.
My language is tender;
teach me confidence.
Fear me; I am amber, a wordless truth.
Sleep on my dark pillow
and remember me as I go.
Grade: 7
Southeast DC
Washington, DC
I would love to be a chef when I get older
Ms. Nancy