Gabriella GabbyRo Poems

</>I write because I can,
I write to Express,
I write to show the truth, pain, life, and love,
I write to bleed my thoughts onto paper,
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I am used for coloring hair…
I am used for coloring clothes…
I am used for coloring smoke from a chimney…
I am used for coloring horses’ hooves…
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She was brought into this world of a stage,
People in her life are the characters of her play;
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I hate you with a passion,
Even though you brought my favorite color to fashion.
I see you on posters.
Lanyards, t-shirts, and cup coasters.
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Only 11 years old,
I start the worst time of my life- Jr. High,
On a computer game- I “fall asleep” then twitch and fold,
Mom thinks I’m playing- she realizes I’m not and starts to cry.
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So I sit in the library all by myself,
At a computer alone talking to no one at all.,
To my right there’s probably 100 books per shelf,
I sit in my chair, the people around seem so very tall.
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</>I am loud… sometimes,
Neighbors tend to hate me,
Police stop me with visits and fines.
You either get invited or pay a price to join me.
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1904 is where I’d live,
To be there it’s anything I’d give!
Women in frilly Dresses and Men in fancy Suits,
Gossip at tea time with tarts made of fruits.
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My Sophomore year- I’m in marching band,
Playing my trumpet on the field and in the stand.
Part of our show was easy as pie,
Now our director changed it- such a complicated guy!
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