role model
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They are warriors for a just cause,
Their great character deserves applause,
While the memory of them is bittersweet,
In our hearts they will never be obsolete.
Talented, graceful, insightful, and smart
That’s what you are to me
Your choreography was a work of art
Talented, graceful, insightful, and smart
That’s what you are to me
Your choreography was a work of art
This person is a face at bedtime.
This person is your show at screen time.
This person is the light you never knew you needed.
When you don’t know what to do,
They will show you.
I entered the band room when I was in fifth grade,
The man inside looked to me with a smile.
I sat down in my chair with my flute that I played,
He told me he could tell I had practiced a while.
TEN toes as he counts them
Curling and uncurling
As he commands them to move
For one of the last times
The doctor showed concern
I came out of the womb
A mere spark
Ready to learn everything life has to offer
Not sure where to begin
Or how to go about it
But I thank God for my mother
She fueled my fire
He who has a voice booming like Zeus’s thunder
But, singing so delicate yet clear like no other.
Eyes wide and alert,
yet so playful and mischievous.
My hero is invisible.
She comes out in the bright colors that cross my mind,
The beautiful stories that feed my imagination.
My role model is the reason why my trees are green,
My mother has always been there
No matter the situation she'll care.
She's been my role model
Since I drank from a bottle
And we'll always be a pair.
It is very hard for me to pick just one person that I dedicate everything I am to
For others it might be simple
For others it might be impossible
I place myself somewhere in the middle.
I write this for
you
Not because I like
you
Not because I love
you
But
Because your actions
I stood there in the quiet
accompanied by the swirling Zephyros
A still voice piercing, emanating, delving
And my brows furrowed, face contorting
People say I look just like her,
I act and talk like her.
I have her chubby cheeks and smile.
I have a passion for being on the stage like she did.
She was a fighter,
His body was a battlefield
With an unconquerable soul
Made of fire that burned
With the same embers that fueled
The flames in his eyes.
His mind were the attackers
Whose wicked deceptions
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
What would I do without her?!
I am what I am because of her
I do what I can to be her
Independent, positive, a walking heart
She's too admirable to be true.
Day by day
There is no poem long enough
To describe the closest person to me.
His words spewing out of his mouth like a racecar
As he tells the hard times of growing up.
And the many disagreeing debates
Wear your cown you've earned it
Show you're pride is burning
Let no one tear you down
Show your colors to the crowd
Walk your walk
Strut your stuff
Shout your talk
Show them you're Tough
And I'm still thinking why. . . Why did god chose me for this struggle on my journey
Who am I, why does my appearance gives the right to judge me.
A person of courage
Could be a firefighter, a doctor...
Someone who upholds justice.
But I found a person of courage in someone else.
Someone.. A bit more.. Different.
My mom is my everything.She knows what’s going on,Without telling her anything.She can pinpoint what’s wrong.
You're walking home from the store
It's burning on the pavement floor
You have this sudden urge, what for?
To pick it up and smoke it
You've never cared to try it
When "peer-pressure" as they call it
She always used to say
that the world was so unfair
that the time was never right
to save Her,
for everyone lives for themselves,
heartbreak a person itself
where privacy lies only in thoughts
