It is gray and huge
sounds like a trumpet and has
legs like a tree trunk
(An Elephant)
It is gray and huge
sounds like a trumpet and has
legs like a tree trunk
(An Elephant)
When I was seven this really happened
Just because I’m short, doesn’t mean you
can pick on me.
Just because I have a cat and you have a
dog doesn’t mean you can yell at me.
Just because I have a sled and you don’t
doesn’t mean you have to frown at me
every time you see me.
Just because my dad owns a restaurant
and your dad owns a bowling alley,
doesn’t mean you can break stuff at my
dad’s restaurant
Just because you have a bowling ball and
I don’t, doesn’t mean you can push me.
Just because my poem is better than
yours doesn’t mean you can hit me.
I don’t understand
the meaning of this poem
why I need to write it
or what I will gain
But most of all
why people must be stereotypical
so closed minded
or unwilling to even consider
What I understand most is
why I like to ski
on a hill or huge mountain
why the snow falls year after year.