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Ceirre Beecher Poem
I am furious!
Who do you think you are asking me "who are you?"
Who am I? Must you ask?
Like so many before you who didn't make
I refuse to sit and do nothing to help us
So I wake at dawn and go to school thinking the entire time that I don't want to be you!
You know who you are:
The politicians, the drug dealers, the business owners, the crack heads and winos, or the
raciest presidents to name a few:
All people who give my name shame.
If you didn't know it hurts me more than it hurts you
Because I am suppose to be just like you
I'm not suppose to go to college and get a degree
or get a job so I can be free.
Have you ever thought about that?
We live in the land of the free however; nothing you want to be is free.
When you eat, drink, fight, cry, drive, and survive
You pay taxes that i eventually pay.
It is because you are a wino, alcoholic, business owner, and or president
You are me.
And I am the America that the rest of the world doesn’t not see.
And might I ask who are you again?
Copyright © Ceirre Beecher | Year Posted 2009
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Ceirre Beecher Poem
I was studying for an exam on the bus
When I ran into an old friend.
He held the grave appearance of a homeless man and tried to hide from my familiar glare
and when it hit me who I was looking at,
It pained me to see him in such bad shape.
We use to kick it at the park and play house in pre-school
And that is when I saw that he no longer looked pained by his appearance
But happy and content.
When asked he started sing, he sang
“Here’s my secret when I am feeling down I take a look around and I see that I am passing
by and so I hold on change is coming"
He then told me that he is just passing through this homeless stage
And god wouldn't put more on him than he can bare.
So yeah I done been through it all shoot outs and fist fights
And climbed those squeaky stairs but as long as I hold on I know that my troubles are just
passing by and so I am going to hold on like my life depends on it and that I don't have a
choice
Copyright © Ceirre Beecher | Year Posted 2009
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Ceirre Beecher Poem
I am, a seventeen year old girl with something to say, so listn up kay?
I am more than your aveerage girl
wiser than your average female
smarter than your average teen
I am prettyer than your girl friend
thicker than you sister
and sit on a pedel stool like a queen
I love to read,laugh,and sing
but theres more to me than what seems
I am short and pretty
hot and kniky
and freaky beyond all means
Copyright © Ceirre Beecher | Year Posted 2007
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