Here's another--this one really hurts--I knew this big sister, was her teacher.
This poem is not finished yet--some technical stuff...but it is a tough one, written by a younger sixth grade brother...
My Big Sister
She's my big sister
She's pregnant and she's
7 months. She's always tired
and stressed out. She's only
14 and 1/2 years old. She only likes
three animals--cats, birds, and gerbils.
She's my big sister.
She's always angry. She
only likes one color for
the baby, that is baby blue.
She always goes shopping
for the baby. Her closet
is full of baby clothes.
She's my big sister.
She's always hungry,
Her favorite food is
pork and beans. Her favorite
vegetables are carrots.
Her favorite fruits are
apples, grapes, and cantaloupe.
There is so much power in writing...words can do more than any weapon or act.
Sylvia
