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Brianna Little Poem
My hair is an evil mess,
tangled
and thick,
brushes
and combs
just won't fix.
I battle
and struggle
against the beast,
which fights back
with stings like teeth.
Eventually I give in
to those sharp stings
and let my hair be
so it stops hurting.
If it would just listen
and work with me,
it could look decent
and less fuzzy.
But it will do what it wants,
no matter what I say,
so I guess it wins,
again,
for yet another day.
Copyright © Brianna Little | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Little Poem
The color of an apple
picked from a tree
The color of my cheeks
when someone embarrasses me
The color of anger
felt towards a foe
The color of blood
from a nasty blow
The color of the light
at the end of the street
The color of love
which makes the heart beat
The color of the sky
when the sun descends
The color of this poem
from beginning to end
Copyright © Brianna Little | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Little Poem
Patterns in the clouds above me
Clouds so light and fluffy
In the sky I see dragons
I see angels
and rabbits
Images that look simple
Images that look dramatic
I watch as they drift by
These patterns way up high
These patterns in the sky
Copyright © Brianna Little | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Little Poem
It's ok to be mad sometimes
It's not like you're forbidden
From feeling one emotion
Sometimes it's hard to just smile
And move on
You can't always be happy
With the way things are
Sometimes things aren't right
And you know it
And you want it to change
Sometimes people are mean
And make it hard to stay sane
You wish they would go away
Some things will make you angry
But it's ok
You are human
You will feel
And that's ok.
Copyright © Brianna Little | Year Posted 2016
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