The Door (poem#2)

The door in my room is dark brown
it has hinges and a door knob
when I open the door it's screeching sound
it's hard to open; it's like an eight hour job

The door is big and taller than me
it opens and it closes
it doesn't have a peep hole so I can see
I drew a picture on it of some Roses

When you open my door you have to knock first
when I answer I say go away or come in
out of all the doors in my house mine sounds worst
dark brown, light brown, or plain brown it's all blended in

When I get angry my door may slam!
when my door open fast my pictures might bend
when it closes hard the door sounds like a loud wham!
if it opens or closes by itself then it's probably the wind

I talked to my door it says it will open soon
when I slam my door it gets mad as can be
it shines like a light when it sees the moon
also as mad as a boy when he's fallen out of a tree

She Thinks She's In Love (poem#5)

She think she's in love
so she does any thing to keep him
she's on drugs; he's a thug
everbody knows them

They have a baby
she thinks she's the only one
but he's running around having all the fun
she gets other female calls
she catches them at the mall

He beats her and then he leave
telling her things she really believes
she knows her mom is very mean
she trys to keep it from her so she won't be in between

so she let him back in
she doesn't know what she got herself back in
she comes home and find a nother female in her bed
while thinking all alone they will be wed

Why Does The Little Girl Cry (peom#1)

She sits in her room
she thinks about a lot things
she have been through
it hurt her so bad it tears her apart

Her tears would remind you of
a thunder storm at night
it would hurt you to know
why her tears fall down like the rain