Zemira

I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is. 

I live in the land of the free. I am free 

in most ways. 

I can be a black belt. 

I can be a published poet. 

I saw a chicken crossing the street

And said to myself

“That’s rather neat!”

So I asked him, why are you crossing here?

And he glared at me with a stare so real

Then he answered me appearing quite cross.

A POEM BY MY SISTER <3:

dew drips from a leaf

a leaf that a little caterpillar walks on

it will soon be transformed

into a majestic pollinator

its climbs to a branch on a small tree