Poetry by a not so average child

Listen

LISTEN

Listen to these reverberating words

Study like a singing bird

It is important, vital

Breathe with my intake

Realize that I can't fake

What I'm feeling

A rhythm and flow

That only I can bestow

On my words

You hear these loud booms

In our little rooms

That's the sound of my voice

I speak the words others can't say

I don't care, it's all okay

Cause I know I'm making a difference

I peer into the lives of others

Talk about my sisters and my brother

I am an artist in this moving world

A struggling place

You can see it in my face

When I throw my feelings out to you

Catch them

Hold them

Keep em' close

They are mine

And I walk a fine line

Expressing myself

I am a dying breed

But I hope I can plant my artistic seed

In your soul

I want to give hope

Addictive like dope

Eat, breathe and sleep it

Spend your optimism

As fast as their criticism

Don't give up

The light may not shine in your darkest hour

A tree may grow when you wish for a flower

But there is a purpose in everything

From that tree it may sprout lemons

And the monks they will sing their hymns

Because when life gives you lemons make some lemonade

God gave me a voice

So I could make a choice

As can you

Live up to life's expectations

With hard work and dedication

So at the end of the day you can sit back and drink