Face turns to a joy.
My smiles gets bigger and bigger.
My attitude get out of control, Dam I say, Im looking too fly and feeling good I'm ready for High School.
Looking through peoples faces Finding the class i belong in.
Having a Smirk at all of the eyes that's tracking my ways
My head way up high to be looking down
Hi's just flying to me.
Adults Learning different new faces and names
Names flows through my ears
Dust off sneackers
fixing my pants,down and down
I sit ready to learn my child hood years are gone, My shell breaks I'm a new Man
1 comment:
Great job! I never imagined writing about high school as a poem. Looks like high school is quite a scene...don't get too caught up! I hope you'll find a couple of classes you feel really passionate about.
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