I have a dream that my life will never have a conclusion;
That the wooden doors will never limit me;
That the doves will have a ceaseless flight.
I have a dream that the leaves of a tree will never drift away;
That the owl will never close it’s watchful eyes.
Someday I will realize that I am not in reality,
but until then,
Let me Dream.
Zaynab (9)
People suffer in this world,
and we don’t see it.
The poor stay in their huts,
and gaze at the fire that was recently lit.
The starvation of children,
as young as three,
yearn for their dead family.
They are whipped and beat,
for every tear they shed,
then they struggle fall asleep,
in the stone like bed.
Though if we take a minute,
to stand and stare,
we will realize how we are cruel and unfair.
We have thought this world to be a dream,
of fairness and pure sunlight beams.
We realize how blind we have been,
and if we live along with the way the world is,
on the judgement day: We will drown in Sin!
Zaynab (9)
The Game
The Daylight shone above my face,
as I failed to run to second base.
Mama frowned and Lizzie cried,
I felt my life being pulled in by the tide.
I knew this was just a game,
though I never felt the same.
Popularity drifted away like the sun,
and before I knew it,
never did I see the first light of dawn.
A dreadful week after I walk out of my room,
and expect to feel the heavy weight of doom.
Lizzie won’t look,
Mama just cooks,
and Father is the same.
But why do they put me under a chain?
I go to school,
Mr.Dawson’s cool,
Diane is cold,
And Susie just sits there like she has not been told.
I sit down and take the test,
hoping that I’m still the best.
Then what I am dreading comes,
I’m sure my life will be done.
Recess. The time of doom,
the beginner of gloom.
Paula corners me into a trap,
and then I give a mighty big slap.
She frowns, she whimpers and she cries,
she hides her hideous eyes.
She tells the teacher and down I go,
to the office,
not home.
I sit and wait,
till about eight.
Then I go inside the room.
This is my doom.
She fists and scolds,
and then the truth unfolds,
that Paula had done wrong.
I feel my heart dancing,
to this particular song.
At the end of the day,
I walk the way,
down the willow lane.
I feel something going away,
is it possibly the chain?
Mamma hugged and embraced,
Lizzie kissed my face.
All the pain and sorrow had drifted away,
tonight was the day.
I was forgiven so were they,
And then we stared out the window,
the sky floating away.
Zaynab (9)
I walked to the store,
In longing to buy what I had lost.
Though I found it was not there,
So I ran back in agony.
Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,
Though that was not up to my deciding.
I walked to the store everyday,
Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.
One day I got lost too,
And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,
Though of course I was not.
One day my loved ones got lost as well,
And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.
The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,
We were lost forever.
And that was the circle of life.
Zaynab (9)
It’s a flower that has arms,
to have the hands that write such charms!
only goes by one name,
that should never be considered by shame.
It is a rose!
In such a flowery pose.
Never feeling alone,
always at home.
Peace shall follow thee,
and I shall grant them happiness,
for eternity!
Zaynab (9)
Lost
I walked to the store,
In longing to buy what I had lost.
Though I found it was not there,
So I ran back in agony.
Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,
Though that was not up to my deciding.
I walked to the store everyday,
Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.
One day I got lost too,
And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,
Though of course I was not.
One day my loved ones got lost as well,
And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.
The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,
We were lost forever.
And that was the circle of life.
As the fall mist turns to frost,
Summer mourns at what it lost.
The days of Jumping in the pool
have turned to days of more and more school.
The leaves dance away hand in hand
venturing to a different land
The Conscience 