creative writing

Week six poem (Why i am who i am) My baby has a very beautiful smile. Her smile is the biggest part of her. Everyone loves to see her smile. People constantly give her gifts because of her smile. It is one thing i miss most when i am away. mangoes. guava. plantain. banana. oranges. apples. bamboo. onion. tables. chairs. uniform. bed. school bell. buildings. playground. seesaw Me and my friends never stopped disturbing the lady birds. My friend Ama, she was as pretty as the morning sun. Together like two love birds,  we were admired by all. Her shoes were as clean and white as snow. We were always the best.

Lesson 9&10 (poem 17) THE DREAM METAPHOR Fire is falling from the skies Everyone is running My mind tells me I may not make it to the golden city, but to the city of fire Many who think like me are weeping, i start to weep too I see humans with large wings, they are taking away those who will make it to the golden city I am so scared, i try to hide myself so that i am not thrown into the fire A man in a very huge throne talks at me, he yell my name many times He opens the book of right and wrong It seem i have done so much wrong than good The dark humans with huge wings take me near the fire Ohhh, i see humans who are alive but burning I don't want to burn like these ones, i scream so loud I will not burn, i will live

This is such a quiet community All i hear is the chirping of birds and the sound of other animals Everyone lives in their own beautiful self contain, with their unique names boldly printed. So this is what awaits man at the end of all our suffering. How i wish i will never live in a place where you never get to talk to a neighbor. It seem inevitable and it breaks my heart. I see a family who have come to say goodbye to their love one. The tears in their eyes look like they never want to leave, but they have to. The journey of no return, it will happen to us all.