Beige ( a place called school)
Day by day go on, cracking dawn with blinding light
Till the break of dust, right before the sharks decide thrust
Weeks by weeks
Filled with defeats
Tests are all way too hard. Just like the concret
Affects my self-esteem way too far.
Teachers say not to fear
For They will always be here.
Being a follower is never encouraged
Until another opinion decides to furnish our minds like a love seat for two, confined in a reposed position.
Creativity is being squashed
Before young healthy minds can even yelp ahh
Studying
Study, and study, till you go off to collage
Filling my brain up with all of this “knowledge”
Yes I will know how to read and write
But will I Know how to fight
Will I know how to cook and clean
Just like a woman should supposed to be
So in the end
Will all this knowledge
Really help me
Go off to collage
The path not yet taken:
Ever since I was little
My mind has always been fitful
Wanting to explore every crystal
The luscious juniper trees scatter all along the road
Way too far to see even on my tip toes
I gaze slowly upon the dancing mountains
Till the sun decides to vanishe
Traveling
Dust spread along the gravely path
Being careful not to splat
Months by months go on
Waiting for someone to come along
The next chapter in life
Beyond the crack brick frame
With columns so high
There is a story waiting to say hi
A story of a family
All cute and oh so simple
But there is so much more to that
Waiting to mingle
A girl sits at her windowsill
Writing in her room
Waiting for her family to bear her a good due
Because that is what makes a house a home
Not the old mangled fireplace
Or the cracked old floorboards that creek whenever one makes a step
But the people who make up the home Are the ones who do it the best
Out In the garden
Out In the garden
Where the tulips lay
Come along a small doe
Waiting to play
The doe quickly scampers along
At the sight of a women waving a baton
The house of that women
All tall and all frail
Once lived in the house
Of that little small girl
