Class Poem
By My Whole Second Period English Class
My name is my identity
A name full of power.
It is the soft voice of a mother singing her child to sleep.
It is like playing my guitar with the amplifier way up
It is the shine of freshly polished topaz
Like the chiming of thousands of bells.
It is the deep, dark recesses of space.
It is a dark cave.
It is as pure as fresh snow.
It is hard yet soft, like a lollipop that melts away.
My name is the number 8, not always as lucky as 7.
I am like the number 5
'Cause that is when I'm truly alive.
Like the number zero, with no meaning.
It's the number 13, always afraid and bitter.
When you say my name, it's so soft and soothing
The loud eruption of freedom of doves.
It's smoother than ice and hotter than fire.
It is a dark rainy day.
It is the name of a child who has experienced loneliness.
I am blessed with dignity
And I will rock the foundations of our Earth.
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