I know I’m a proud mama, but this poem is amazing.
clever
by emma, 12 years old
I am witty and clever.
I wonder why people fight.
I hear everything.
I see people.
I want fairness.
I am witty and clever.
I pretend I can fly.
I feel weightless.
I touch the cold metal.
I worry about change.
I cry like crazy.
I am witty and clever.
I understand pain.
I say ‘laughing is good.’
I dream about life.
I try so hard.
I am witty and clever.