Ms. Barker 6th Grade
dust must gust I don’t like when
there’s muck
I like when it’s night I love
it when there’s food
when I leave it’ll be good but
my mom will love me but
my dad will miss me
Ms. Barker 8th Grade
It came from my aunt as a gift.
It’s special to me because I like her personality.
She is as soft as a blanket.
She’s as comfortable as a carpet.
She looks like a teddy bear.
She’s as small as a toy.
She smells like oatmeal.
She sounds like an excited puppy.
When I arrived into the world, my
mind came too to keep me company.
Occupied by thoughts of what’s right
or wrong – mostly wrong, wrong with
me, wrong with everyone. Everything
being thought of at once, like multiple
songs being played at a party, like
multiple conversations being said at
a gathering. Shattered bottles on
the floor, windows broken, open
door. Uninvited people crash the
party. So I explode on the outside.