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Hair Bows and Converse

Poetry By: Ebony Alexis

a project for school

Submitted:Feb 4, 2012    Reads: 127    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Hair Bows and Converse
I am from early October,
Warm quiet weather,
Tampa General's corridors.
From a teenage mother,
A vanished father,
An adoption that gave me more.
I'm from a Hispanic dad,
Whose jokes are bad,
His job is to enforce the rules.
From a very white mom,
who sings made up songs,
A teacher at the local school.
I'm from two sisters loud,
One brother proud,
Random teens sprawled through the house.
From an organized mess,
Like kids at recess,
Never quiet like a mouse.
I'm from clarinet reeds,
iTunes money,
Guitar chords glide through the air.
From Paramore, the Script,
And Cobra Starship,
To Willow Smith whipping her hair.
I'm from leaps and plies,
"Keep your head raised!!"
Hip hop, ballet, jazz, tap.
From countless routines,
For our families to see,
The show ends with a thunder-like clap.
I'm from God's mighty plan,
On which I'll stand,
The Bible's teachings I'll follow.
From a great sacrifice,
That set all things right,
Jesus washed me white as snow.
I'm from Florida heat days,
The shining sun's rays,
That tide sinking low, rising high.
From hair bows, Converse,
Always dresses- never skirts,
A song ever drifts through my mind.
I'm from American ways,
Like lazy summer days,
Then staying up through the dark till it's light.
From dreading the school year,
Wanting out when it's here,
But at the end of this tunnel there's a light.
I'm from nail polish chipping,
Out side barefoot running,
Toes scrunch through the sand by the waves.
My life's colorful,
Beautiful, wonderful,
For which I thank God everyday.


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