This is a poem I wrote for Modern World Class as an assignment, it's kind of really ugh-ish you know, it's about the Holocaust so yeah.....
I Come From
written by Wendy Lee
I come from the millions, who fight over soup each day,
From the men who work till they can’t stand anymore,
From women who cry over their dead children,
From a time that genocide sneaked across the land.
I come from Night and Fog
From barbed wires that are no longer in tack,
From brick walls that hold screams,
From a disguise that never revealed it’s secret.
I come from a generation of hatred
From a period of lost and humiliation,
From families who were broken up and never seen,
From blue and white striped uniforms.
I come from billion strands of hair used for stuffing
From million pairs of shoes given away
From pounds and pounds of bones used for fertilizer,
And weeks of hard labor.
I come from trains that reek the smell of urine,
From naked bodies that walk the ground
From body mutations and starvation,
From burned skin and bald heads.
I come from the Holocaust.
From the thousands of people who died
From the innocence of the people
From the place where nails scratch the ceiling
From a book of names
Where my existence is only placed
But when it is crossed out with a red pen,
You would know that I had only once existed.
and this is something I wrote a while ago but haven't had time to type up so here it is.
Sunrise
written by Wendy Lee
It was just sunrise
an rainbow filled a joyous sky
from end to end.
and the lakes reflect on the snowy white mountain tops.
While wild horses flee in sight of strangers in red.
The sun laughs, knowing that it
can bring happiness every morning
with orange glows that glisten
and wakes everybody in bed.
Even the flowers wake and birds sing
Even the star bow down before the sun.
It is very quiet
Everything is just waiting,
waiting for the trees to yawn out loud
letting everybody know that the sun is out
and tha tit will soon disappear.
The creatures rise and nature cries
as they see darkness fall down
for another gloomy day...
But this time with hope in their hearts
expecting the sun to come out some other time.
by the way if you haven't heard I didn't make it to the run-offs for my school elections but it's okay...maybe next year, maybe not, we'll see.