Cherophobia

Chapter Two: Poem

THE PLACE
I LOVE THE MOST
by: Reagan Navarro

A dimensional building,
With four corners and side.
It has a light and strong foundation,
With happy eyes and smile.

I love it not because it is concrete,
But I love it because it is complete.
Even no food but still okay
Helping hands holding day by day.

But the light went sick,
malfunction and before was thick.
My world began to shut down
When her last breath was on dawn.

I cried and we cried
Because of the darkness roaming inside
Tried to seek for light
Hurt, pain we miss her so much.

Days and years passed,
Light might far from us
No giving up for a brighter day.
For a smile that plastered, he try.

Everyone started anew
New life, a time to move on.
We don't have something but to accept,
The fact that our mother had left.

Together, my dad, I and my sister
Will conquer the any kind of disaster.
We will protect and provide light on our own
Because my favorite place is my very dear home.

After I read my poem in front of my classmates, they were all silent as if an angel passed our way.

I smile at them and they clap their hands. I did a simple bow before I leave the front.

I passed my paper to Teacher Fernandez. "Very touchy poem Mr. Navarro. Very good. So now, choose if who will you want to recite their poem."

I turned my head to Malala and she just arched her eyebrows. Tch! This girl is really something that I can't even explain.

"Next will be Malala, Teacher." I said with a greedy smile.

There are times that a voice from my cerebellum tells that, I have to tease her. I don't know why, I'm nuts, I know.

I directed myself to my seat when Malala arrived in front. She bumped my shoulders showing that she hate me.

I don't care.

"You can now recite your poem Malala. The floor is very open, don't be shy." From a terror teacher to calm one.

Maybe, Mrs. Fernandez is also sensitive to Malala's attitude. Her ways and socializing are very alarming.

You know, she might kill herself because of depression.

FAMILY,
MY LOVEST
By Malala Olsen

I always dream for a better life,
Where we live completely against all strife.
One day was the scarest,
Nowhere to go, no place is the safest.

I still can't move on from what happened,
I thought my life is about to end.
I don't care, I don't care,
Some talk to me, never dared.

It was just a blink and they're gone,
I seek but not them found.
I was going beyond crazy,
For my lovest is my family.

I am all alone, feeling lonely
I always cry at night endlessly.
It's just natural if you understand me,
Because they passed, my lovest family.

I read my written poem without giving a look to my classmates.

"Congratulations Malala! You did great and keep up the good work." Our teacher said when I passed her my sheet.

Her wrinkled face lit up and gave me a symphathetic smile.