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Brianna Black Poem
Sweat rolls down my
Face
Five seconds left
Down a touchdown
Without an extra point
We have the ball
Crowd is wild
We’re going to win,
We’re going to go
To state
My team and I
Have it in the bag
No need to worry
“One, two. Hut.”
The ball is thrown
To me
Caught it
Running as fast as I can
Trip, fall but make it
“Touchdown.”
Friday night lights
Is what makes the
Game worth it.
Copyright © Brianna Black | Year Posted 2015
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Brianna Black Poem
She cries herself
To sleep
She has no friends
She is forever alone
She is her
No one cares
If she lives
Or dies
Her family doesn’t
Care anymore
She is broken
Into millions of
Pieces
She is her!
Will she ever be fixed?
Will she ever be loved?
Will she ever be
Cared for?
She is her.
Copyright © Brianna Black | Year Posted 2015
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