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Sierra Hutchison Poem
someones watching
one night i was walking
i was walking all alone
and then i got this feeling
it chilled me to the bone
i felt my heart go faster
it beat just like a drum
i saw the shadow up ahead
my body got all numb
i shout out who's there
trying to sound brave
i'm telling you this poem
from deep inside my grave!
(this is a co-owned poem with joylin(sp?) Renoylds)
Copyright © Sierra Hutchison | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Hutchison Poem
He held my hand when I was down
She took my hand to help me out
They clapped for me when I got up
She hugged me to make my day brighter
I do not know these people and they do not know me
Yet when I need it, they give me a hand
I dropped my books he picked them up
I was lost she showed the way
I was feeling sick they stayed with me to see I was okay
They say high school is hard
In addition, no one looks your way
They say life is rough
Deal with it yourself your own way
However, when I needed a hug, a hand, or a tiny clap
The high scholars I do not know well, they had my back.
This is everything that happened to me on my first week off school a tiny freshmen like me is lucky to be at GHS
Copyright © Sierra Hutchison | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Hutchison Poem
Sad, useless, all alone
that's all I use to moan
crying tears of blood
smearing my name like mud
a lonely shadow in the corner
I was but a lowly mourner
then one day you appeared
and wiped away my painful tears
you said you loved me then gave a nod
I asked who are you
you said "YOUR GOD!"
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Sierra Hutchison Poem
they asked me what I liked
so I told them
they asked me who I liked
so I told them
they asked me what show I liked
so I told them
they asked me what color I liked
so I told them
they asked me what style I liked
so what if I like
horror, art, music, and books
so what if I like
the boy no one else does
so what if I like
teenage mutant ninja turtles
so what if I like
black, red, and white
so what if I like
to wear shorts or cut up baggy jeans, with a ratty T
so what if I like
to speak my mind and act all free
this is who I am and,
I'm glad I'm the only me,
for if I was not me then who would be?
Copyright © Sierra Hutchison | Year Posted 2013
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