U.S. Breakfast

ALL rising,
ALL eating,
Rushing out the door,
WE are LIKE like a big U.S. breakfast!
WE are like scrambled eggs,
Salt,
Pepper,
For OUR races,
Eggs for OUR differences.
Cheese for the fallen forgotten people,
The person eating the eggs,
Is who ever is taking over OUR country,
And last but not least,
The empty plate,
Is OUR mistakes,
WE know the mistakes are their,
Just not visible, like the cheese in our eggs.
U.S. lives in awe,
WE learn from our mistakes,
So next breakfast,
YOU wont fight for the last juice box,
Threaten YOUR brother to give him a wet smoochy,
YOU will realize something,
YOU end up in the same place every time,
YOU get in trouble,
Soon to be sitting in the corner,
Alone, in the dark, scared,
That’s why WE need to stay together as a big breakfast buffet,
Not just the eggs,
But also the bagels,
Pancakes,
Waffles,
WE need to stay together not kick people out,
Stay together as one big breakfast buffet.

 

The Flower

A trill like a fresh breeze rolling through the air.
A paradise of tropical, lime-like scents.
Petals like delicate silk between my fingers.
A colorful flame you at the seams, amidst a field of cool green.
A taste airy and flavorful, pockets of joy.

Beauty, a spring valley, laughter, radiance, life.

I pluck it from its stem, selfishly claiming its life,
To use as an accessory, to give away in a bundle,
To place on a shelf with its friends
So I can call it a collection.

A symbol of hope, pure and kind.

 

Galveston

Salty ocean waves lapping over my feet.
The relaxing sounds of water soothing me.
The sun beats down on my face and neck.
If your looking for a beach, this one is the best.

Crystal blue waters and clear cloudless skys.
I love Galveston, it’s not a surprise.

Collecting seashells and pearly shark teeth
With my wet hair and soaked swimsuit is hard to beat.

Toes on the damp land and flip flops in hand,
This beach is like my home but covered in sand.

I wish I would never have to leave
The amazing island that’s part of me.

I glance over at the beautiful aqua waves
Washing over the ending sandy summer day.

 

My family is a beach

Dad-The cold water, travels far but comes back. He gets us fish and shrimp..whatever we need.

Mom-The warm sand, gives us a place to stand and guides us to the ocean.

Ashton-The tall palm tree, knows which way to blow and grows with knowledge.

Me-I’m the little turtle, still learning where to go in a big ocean.

Cole-The small sand caste, stands tall and firm but gets knocked down easily, when he is hurt he returns to the sand who helps him get back up again.