by Karen Thaler
Perfect. Of course, perfect.
Perfect as Sunday heels
too new to know polish
or scuffs.
Squeezing tightly the toes
and grudgingly, awkwardly
hugging the ankle
like two brothers after a fight.
by Erica Pridey (grade 7)
You assume I'm pretty
All right then I'm pretty
Pretty like a rainy day
Abandoning mud
Pretty like a tornado
Dancing over a town
Demolishing homes
Shoving lives out of place
Pretty like a pounding bruise
Around my eye
Slapping me into the real world.
by Carson Gross (grade 7)
You think I'm foolish
Of course, I'm foolish.
Foolish as a wounded soldier
Struggling on to save a life.
All right, I'm foolish.
Foolish like the man who
chooses
Honesty
instead of effortless money.
Yes, I am foolish.
by Megan Nelson (grade 7)
You think I'm funny
Well, then, yes, I'm funny
Funny as a young boy
trying to hit a piņata
swinging wildly and wildly
again and again
Funny as a child
in front of the whole class
that has just spelt a simple
word
rong
Yes, I am funny.
by Adam Doss (grade 7)
You say I'm lucky,
All right then, I'm lucky.
Lucky as the pitcher
That pitches against Mark McGwire
Bottom of the ninth
You assume I'm lucky.
You're right, I'm lucky.
Lucky as the cursed King Midas
Who had the ability to turn
Everything to gold.
by Katie Wiles (grade 7)
You think I'm fulfilled
Well, yes, then I'm fulfilled
As fulfilled as an Olympic swimmer,
Who thirsts for gold
But finishes with silver.
You assure me I'm fulfilled.
Yes, of course, I'm fulfilled
Fulfilled as a volcano