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Bobbi Bodle Poem
They Say I'm dumb
I say
I am fun
They say I'm stupid
I say
I know how to read
So
Don't judge me by my attitude
They say I'm ugly
I say
I am my own uniqueness
They say I'm not loved
I say
Stop being mean
Instead
I'm gonna go onto collage to be smarter
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
My mom is always there
To fill my every want and need.
I couldn't ask for a better mom,
To help me secced.
She doesn't like to see me
Hurt,
'Cause it makes her really sad.
She's very protective,
But I guess it comes with
Being a mom.
My mom has a motherly touch,
That puts me to sleep every
Night and day.
My mom isn't the "old fashion"
Mother,
'Cause she's really upbeat.
I have fun with her all
The time.
'Cause she's the best mother ever.
She says I'm a sprouting
Image of her and I know
I am. But that's a
Good thing, since I want to
Be just like her.
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
Ricky, my world, I'll love you for ever and
always.
Ricky, my world, please don't go.
Ricky, my world, please understand.
Ricky, my world, please love me back.
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
No matter where I go,
They seem to always follow.
Memories of the past, which I wish stayed behind.
It seems that they love to follow, no matter where I go.
There's no sense in hiding,
Since they seem to know where to go.
I might as well face the fact that they're always going to follow.
Even though I try to keep them far behind, they seem to always be with me, where ever I go.
I might as well get used to the fact, that no matter where I go, they will always seem to follow.
Or at least until I find a way for the memories of my past to lead the way, so that for once, I will be able to follow on the path that will lead me to a bright and happy future.
Or....I could try to forgive and forget the people who have brought the memories to my life, even though, that doesn't seem likely for me to do so.
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear
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My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
My love, my love; Oh whom is worthy of my love?
This boy, that boy; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2?
Boy or Girl; Family or lover; My love, my love;
Oh whom to give my love 2?
Friend or foe; Sis or bro; My love, my love;
Oh whome to give my love 2?
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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Bobbi Bodle Poem
I lost a part of me
Once upon a time
Cause I was wild and didn't
Want to let go
I didn'tknow that I lost a
Part of me
At least
Not until I was way out of hand
I lost a part of me
That's now finnally coming back.
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2012
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