breanna wilson

Rookie (9-26-93 / florida)

Stop Smoking - Poem by breanna wilson

Toxins in;
never to come out
your lungs, if they could
would scream and shout

Your teeth; how yellow
your; how bad
but somehow, without one,
you tend to feel sad

It's more than a habit;
it's an addiction
these are all facts;
i'm not speaking fiction

your body will rot;
inside and out
nasty things will happen;
as you'll soon find out

So heed the warnings;
and listen to what I say,
stop smoking now;
because you won't any other day


Comments about Stop Smoking by breanna wilson

  • Rookie Kayla Polillo (3/19/2008 5:51:00 PM)

    my mom smokes and so does my grandma. this poem definatly sends a message out to those who smoke. they are trying to quit and i am so proud of them. love this poem too. you so so much in just a little amount of words, and you also speak your mind and tell us (ur readers) what is really going on. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 8, 2008


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