What'd You Expect?
What'd you expect from the girl
Who didn't quite seem she fit,
But when her eyes were truly opened,
A lightbulb then was lit?
What'd you expect from the girl
Whose eyes are a grayish-green-blue
And scared even Madame by vibrating them,
But cannot stop crying for you?
What'd you expect from the girl
Who's a year older than most,
And always seems to know the answer
But tries very hard not to boast?
What'd you expect from the girl
Whose hair color no one can quite name,
She does her best and puts forth her all,
But at the same time, doesn't seek fame?
What'd you expect from the girl
Who dreams big but is still rather small,
Her voice makes many powerful impacts
And none saw it coming at all?
This is the very same girl
On whose life you've had much effect.
Because of you, she's come so far,
But really--what'd you expect?
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I hate thinking about the end of eighth grade--it means I have to leave all my wonderful teachers. When I do think about that, I often write poems for them, such as this one. So this one goes out to all my teachers. Thank you for every single thing you've ever done for me!!!
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
