Life
It doesnât really love you, doesnât hate you either,
so in the end I think that it must be neither.
It must not care for you, youâre like its broken toy,
like the army soldier you heartlessly deploy,{{more}}
to fight a losing battle, to win a failing war,
while you sit and dwaddle watching the loss.
like the white raven or the black dove,
so love yourself every day cause life isnât gonna,
any which way.
Khalia Bowen
December 6th 2012
My school, Girlsâ High School thereâs an apostrophe because it belongs to us,
we care for it, we make the rules, itâs all about us girls, at the Girlsâ High School.
The hallways are clean, itâs whitewashed itâs lean, weâre kept fit everyday as we do our P.E.
we pay all the bills, by the parentsâ metal wills to teach their girls, the same way they used to learn.
My school isnât flashy, my school isnât big, but at my school weâre all fitting in.
We work hard to get here,
We work hard to fit, weâre not all scholars,but our hearts are in it.
Khalia Bowen
December, 2012