Roses are read violets are blue
When I smell perfume
It smells
Like you.
Poems
Me and Granny
Me and my granny play frisbee.
Me and my granny cook steamed pudding just like me.
Me and my granny do art just like me.
You’re Cool
You’re cool and you know it
Know it, yeah you know it
Know it, oh yeah yeah
You know it, know it
I know, yeah you do
Oh yeah, oh yeah
That’s how you know you’re cool
Power Push
Forwards and back
forwards and back
I push on the swing
higher and higher
I look all around
lower and lower
my feet touch the ground
Oh So Good
Oh so good this day is
Oh so good this food is
Some things are oh so good
But some things are not so good as
oh so good things.
I Saw an Owl and He Saw Me
There is an owl hooting in the night,
With it’s yellow beak
And wings to help it fly.
Its eyes are yellow, gleaming in the light of the moon,
You can see Its silhouette in the night sky.
I just stand there and watch him fly,
He is swooping above searching for his prey,
With still eyes,
Turning his head to and fro,
Then the owl spots me,
Off he goes…
Something Strange
What is this?
It is something strange,
I was in fear and started to tear.
What happened?
The butterfly got hurt,
The mouse died,
Where am I?
This is something strange,
But what is it?
What it is?
I think a ghost is here,
No, a man got hurt!
No, I think my cousins are here,
And they really were here,
We found the strange mystery.
Yay! I am very very happy,
We started to tear,
In such happiness,
I cuddled him,
He came to me,
He loves me,
He likes me,
I love him,
He is the best,
He laughed,
He had a big, big tear
And let’s await another mystery!
All I Ask of You
People believe that you are different,
If you aren’t the stereotypical woman or man.
Woman have to be shorter than their husband,
And have to make sure dinner is cooked when the man comes home.
The man, he has to be tough and tall.
He has to protect the woman and provide for his kids.
Then the list continues of different things.
You are counted as “weird” if you are Asian, African American, Jewish, etc.
You are counted weird if you’re not perfect.
In my eyes, we are all the same.
This isn’t 1950 anymore.
The stereotypes need to go away.
In my hazelish eyes,
I believe we are all beautiful and the same.
I don’t care who or what you are.
We are all the same.
I don’t care how you define yourself.
No matter what, I accept you.
We are all the same.
I don’t care if you are short or tall.
I don’t care if you’re white, black, or tan.
Honestly, I love that you’re so-called “different.”
It means, I can make unique friends,
Friends who aren’t afraid of being confident in themselves.
I am willing to be friends with anybody who will do one simple task;
Just accept me for who I am.
That’s all I ask of you.