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Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,
their faces smeared with blood and dirt.
It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
But when my mother say“Girl, time for bed”
She is not here.Not beside me in bednor in the roomat all.
It has happened
and drank soda
and didn’t eat lunch
and I almost got arrested
and I hate math
and tomorrow we have to play basketball in gym class
and I’m not that good
I wanna be a star.I wanna go far.I wanna drive around in a big red car.I said yeah yeah yeahI wanna be a star.
I write these poems
To make up for the empty slogans
that gassed me up and left me choking
I held too much in, now outspoken
is how I am, now my mind is open
Imagine if your nails are nails
so every time they get long
you hammer them in a bit to make them short.
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
Let's take a walk
around the park,
but please don't forget
that you have to bark.
No matter what you
want to say,
Just watch, think and bark,
Not many people in the park,
nobody near enough to hear me,
if I say a poem or two.
So I do.