The other day I showed my mom my poems "Why do you always write sad poems? Write happy." She says I just nodded, but I couldn't tell her my code of secrecy. I write so I can let all the pain go The pain of yesterday and the reason that was was that I didn't have anybody when I moved Everybody was occupied And on my first day of school, I ruined everything my words were spoken in clumps and my pen was my only companion So I wrote wrote like the ink was my blood and paper my skin and poetry accepted my request of being a friend now my poems act as a mentor and a tutor I can't give up writing sad poems because if I do, I'll lose yesterday
she had a heart that could light up the sky she had a smile that would brighten the gloom on a winters morning she had the laugh that could remove all your worries she had the will To stand up for what is right
but she hid her beauty beneath scarves and long sleeved shirts covered for everyone not to see that behind those mask and clothes is an angel, too fragile for this world
her beauty remained hidden until i told her what she had that i appreciated her no matter what even with flaws that she really never had
on that day she pondered and learned that not everything is judged by the outside