Category: 07th

When I was little I always kept stumbling on words.
Then one day I had to take a special test,
And It felt like it took 10 HOURS.
But then one day parents came up to me and said I had dyslexia.
And that changed everything for me.
So from there on I had to take this class once a day with other students like me.
It was fun,
but embarrassing. I was the only one in my class that went.
So when I got up to leave everyone would stare at me like I had a third eye.

Then as I got older I had to take a slightly different test then everyone else.
That got on my nerves so much…everyone would just stare and stare and STARE!
But as I got older I didn’t really care what people thought of me.
Because I was just me.
Then I realized we all have difficulty with something in life.
So no matter what others think…you should
Always
Be
YOU!

I was flying,
In a plane above japan
Shooting down other planes,
Then suddenly

There he was,
Somehow riding on a plane
I looked into the pilot area
I saw no one there,
He was shooting down planes
I was in shock!

Using his claws slashing through planes like a pizza cutter cutting a pepperoni pizza
Has a spiky tail like knives slicing through the planes
Then he looked at me,

And gave me a thumbs up
I gave him one too right back at him
Then he flew off
Who knew Godzilla could fly a plane.

THE DRAIN is a memory,
I am ready to pitch the baseball,
I aim right for the glove,
I come set.

My mom says, “right down the middle Bran,”
I lift my leg and throw the ball,
I release too early,
the ball goes flying way over my mom’s head,
the ball hops and jumps down the street,
It “bangs” off the curb and keeps rolling,
We yell, “no!”

The ball rolls into THE DRAIN,
my mom looks at me and sighs, “go get another one,”
and we do it all over again.

A small town in the North
With Cornfields stretching f o r e v e r like interstates
And little shops,family owned

A park that people of all ages visit
Especially young kids who want to more than fidget
A local pool 5 dollars a person
With a long slide that makes you ribbon to get in line

The doughnut shop a w a l k i n g distance away
That sells a wide array

Always friendly people
Who b b e with joy at the simplist thing
u l

The Centerville I know & love
Is up in the
e
v
o
b
a

A
Pilot had been
Sick for a while
And a lot of people
Weren’t getting to where they
Needed to be for the holidays
Then one person stepped
Up to be the pilot and
Nobody knew who he was
Because he kept hiding in the
Corner of the cockpit
Until one person saw him
“Slimer,” and Slimer said,
“I’m so hungry I could eat a buffet.”

In the library
A girl holding a book.
“The Hunger Games” It read.
The girl held it
And read the summary
Smile on her face.

She turned to go check it out
“Just this one?” a woman asked.
She had dark hair in a braid.
She looked like a movie star.
“Yes please” The girl said grinning.
“This is a story I think you’ll like”
There was a pause that lasted
Forever
As the woman scanned the book.
“There you go” The woman said.

As the girl left
She spotted behind the table
A bow and arrow.

There are bells ringing
people are singing
long lines
all the time

family comes
all kinds of traditions
happen on this day
from all over the world

gifts are given
smiles on faces
empty stomaches are like
santa after this day

when it ends
familys slight deflate
but it is a day
to remember

A hand
F
L
Y
I
N
G

across the paper
Pencil in hand
Trying to influence
Trying to make a stand
Color on the paper
And on my hand

Sculpting figures
Out of clay
Out of paper
I can do this all day

“Ring”!
That’s all for today

The child lay down,
The monster was still,
He wanted to say hi,
The child knew he was real.

The monster was different,
He was the child’s age,
The monster just wanted a friend,
But the child raged.

The child wanted a “normal” friend,
One like you and me,
The child didn’t want the monster,
The monster was told to flee.

The next day at school,
The child saw some peers,
The ones that were like you and me,
The child looked over at their sneers.

They were better than the monster,
So the child went to talk,
They looked at him when he approached,
Before he could speak, they started to mock.

The child felt hopeless,
He felt weak,
Before he knew what was happening,
The air began to speak.

It told the bullies to leave,
The child was still,
And that’s when the monster knew,
The child was real.

I am from Pakistan
where gunshots are fired when birth happens
like a war zone.
I am from the schoolyard.
(Scary, frightening
on a very hot day.)
I am from Lady Margaret Hall
where I fought for girl’s rights,
but they never listened.

I am from two brothers,
from Atal and Khushal.
I am from Ziauddin and Toor Yousafzai
and the land of gunfire BOOM.
From”your opinion is stupid!” and They’ll never listen!”
I am from Grandfather
who helped me with my opinion
and saw a lot of pride.

I am from the bus where I got shot,
“Are you ok”
“Stay with us”
and rushed to the hospital.
From the inspirational speeches
of never giving up, The
Noble peace award.

The school that I missed.
Recovering from the hit, that
changed my life.
Who shared the love with me and my thoughts
and told me not to give up
I am from the land I love
called Pakistan.