So for my Writer's Craft class, since most of our school population lives in the suburbs, we had a discussion about whether or not we like it. Most of us like the city better - good ol' Toronto - but anyways, this was my poem about the suburbs where I now live :)
In Exile...
All shine
And pristine glow
Perfect parked cars with
Emblazoned logos on display
Polished extra bright.
All green
And dull gray
Immaculate lawns
And swept cement
Where scraped knees go.
Tall oaks
Over fallen bikes
Toys strewn on quaint porches
Where the boy and the girl-next-door
Played house.
One person
For every dog
And cats slink through trimmed hedges
Where fathers still call daughters
Young Lady.
Breakfast clanking
And dinner thanking
That happy family unit
Hiding beneath just-right smiles
Those shiny suburbs are our exile.
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A Time to Weep
RandomJust like so many others, it's a collection of my poetry and short stories. A look into my heart, and I'm sharing it with you. You'll know the person behind the stories, what makes me who I am. The title is taken from the Bible, beautiful verses. Go...
