Hate,
Guns and Tears
Hate,
hate
Is what I see:
Everywhere I
go it is there
I do not like being
stuck here in the
ghettos.
Guns,
guns.
I hear them every
day.
Boom boom.
I am stuck in the
middle of the
Holocaust.
Tears,
tears.
Enough to fill a
pool.
People cry with fear
With sadness
I hope it will be
over son.
Hate, guns, tears.
All in my mind at
once.
At last it is all
gone.
It’s over.
I am free.
Ashley
6th grade
From
the author:
“I used
repetition to get my
point across.”
Glass
Animals
These
bright colors I used
to see
I remember in the
street I stood
On the night of the
broken glass
These animals I used
to see
A bunny hopping
around
A butterfly with its
beautiful wings
A dog being blown
back in the wind.
These
animals not everyone
can see
Pieces of glass
these are.
Stuffed in my pocket
lay these animals.
My only possession
they are.
Electrified
animals these pieces
of little glass are
like.
A dolphin and turtle
I see
I see a lion roaring
with pain
I feel the same way,
I say to him.
A penguin is cold-
the same way I feel.
These
bright colors I used
to see
These animals I used
to see.
Now these animals,
not everyone can see
Lay in my pockets,
my only posesión.
Ashley
6th grade
From the author: “I
used mixed up word
order because I like
the way it sounds.
I used a
simile to explain
how they look by
comparing them to
something else.”
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