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People Pleaser, Me Praiser

I speak this poem of curfew and prophets

In praise of I, the smoke leaving the chimney.

I praise my sunny skin, my sharp eyed vision,

the breeze of hair above my scalp.

 

I praise my tall triumph.

 

No more the great language I speak;

Laughter covers the pining trees,

as I parachute through life’s obstacles.

 

But I catch a glimpse of unimportance —

Vacuums full of worry:

corruption is a candle;

There is more uneasy than calm in life.

 

Between the cuts, I squint knowledge.

We are ours and none to share.

It is the well known I.

I hear whistles of fragments and

I am who I trust.

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Crystal Rogers

Charles Hart Middle School

Grade: 8

Hometown:

Washington, DC

Birthplace:

Washington, DC

Favorite Author or Book:

Tiffany D. Jackson

Dream for the Future:

To become a scientist

Inspirational Figure:

Miss Nancy