She Is... Poem by Renee Alexandria Ho

She Is...

She’s tiny, but mean,
She’s always in between.
She’s active, she’s cruel,
She’s really barbaric.
She bites me, she scratches me,
You might think she’s a cat.
However, in fact,
She’s definitely not that.
Cats are sweeter
And filled with love.
When it comes to her,
She’s none of the above.
I dreamt she ruled the world
then woke up screaming
Now you can see,
She’s unrelenting.
There are many things
I fear of in life
She’s the one I fear of the most
She’s frightful, she’s macabre,
she makes my blood run cold
She’s awful, she’s ghastly,
I turn as green as mould.
She frightens me, she makes me fret,
My face gets drenched with numbing, cold sweat
Now you see how fearful she is,
She’s one thing your eyes definitely won’t miss!


(This was actually a poem i dedicated to my sister. Cuz we argue a lot... Almost as if we aren't even related. I know it sounds mean... Don't get me wrong, but i actually really like this poem.)

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