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6th Grade

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Published: May 12, 2013

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I remember a girl in Kindergarten,
With black shining hair,
Her doe eyes brim with innocence.
The other children dance around her,
Smiles bright and whitened.

I remember a girl in First Grade,
Glowing with tanned skin.
Her wide eyes tinted with happiness,
So happily and gleefully her friends play around her,
It’s too bad she’ll have to leave them soon.

I remember a girl in Kansas,
With big brown mirror eyes,
Those eyes tinted ever so slightly with sadness.
No friends are around her now,
Because they say her skin is brown.

I remember a girl who fled,
2nd through 4th grade had been a dread,
Not a word she said but silently,
Her heart begged to leave the town
Who preferred those who weren’t darker,
Even if it was only a slight tan.
And finally all to her avail,
Back to Arizona they drove.

I remember a girl in 5th grade,
With no more social graces,
Her demented eyes sparkle no more.
The years of discluding, caused mental contusion,
And now she’s in the wrong crowd.

I remember a girl in 6th grade,
She turned her clothes a darker shade,
Her attitude was grey,
And now her nails are black,
And she feels faker than fake.
I remember a girl in 6th grade,
Her ‘friend’ is spreading rumors about her,
And telling her to do things,
That she flinches at looking back on.

I remember a girl in 6th grade,
They called her weird,
They called her freak,
Other classmates surround her,
Chanting, “Why don’t you end it now?”

I remember a girl in 6th grade,
She believed all those lies,
She trusted her ‘friend,’
And dived head first into the deep end,
Her sleeves stained with blood,
She wanted it to end.

But yet that girl got a grip,
She shredded her sin strip by strip,
Surrounded now by loving friends,
She still looks back today;
But doesn’t regret a thing.

I wrote this awhile back for an English assignment but apparently I got the prompt wrong so I had to write another poem.

Poetry has never really been my thing, and I wasn't really doing all that great on it in class, but when I mixed up the prompt (I thought it was personal event, but it was an advice poem) I felt inspired to write about a time that was very hard for me.

Sixth Grade.

Ok so get ready for a life story,
I was born in Arizona and lived there until 1st grade, when we moved to Kansas. While I was in Kansas, I was a minority. Majority of the people there were white with blonde hair and blue eyes while I had brown eyes, black hair and darker skin (I'm half Italian/German/Scottish/Irish/Welsh/British and the other half is Filipino). Kids would be mean to me and plain out disclude me. I never told my parents and finally (I don't know how) we got the idea to move back to Arizona. However the years I spent in Kansas had screwed me over. I was awkward (I still am), and shy (Still am) and all around kind of weird(Still am). I had a hard time fitting in with people and making friends and in social situations I sometimes just didn't know how to handle myself. Long story short about sixth grade, I fell into the wrong crowd (It was kind of a gothic/emo/freak mix of people) and I became depressed, suicidal and I cut. Alot of other stuff happend that was bad but that's personal and I have a really hard time talking about it. With the help of some really good friends and alot of thinking and self therapy, I got over it. I still have days were I randomly become depressed, but not as much (The beginning of 7th grade I was still pretty depressed, But like I said, with the help of some really good friends and alot of thinking and self therapy, I got over it.). But now I'm being my awesome self, and life is great.

Sixth grade was a horrible year for me, but I crawled out of the hole I dug myself into. Now I look back at those memories though, and I think, those memories make up an important part of who I am now. A stronger, wiser girl who still has a long way to go.

Thanks for reading