Spring

Spring is the time of fun and energy 

It is also the time of allergies and hypotheses

It may seem fun but it’s sometimes a scum

So if you just add some sass – and class

You can make it dahs

Buy teddy bears and chocolate for your best friends

Hopefully they like it

But that’s never the end,

So do it all again…

The end!

Music

Music is glare and it’s shiny bright

But if you use it wrong it might give you fright

There’s some squeaks

There’s some pops

There’s some splickity dickity dops

But in the end 

There’s always harmony

Deadly sirens can (make you pee) and your ears will bleed

Santa Claus is coming to town

So you better give him a shout

And play your tuba super loud

With a rock and a splash and a crack and a flash

You gotta add a little bit of sass and that’s class

And…

Santa Claus might not come to town 

Cause it’s April, figure it out!

Edge of Great

On the edge of great

You never fall

Just let the music catch it all

You sing, you shout, you let it out

You fight, you fall, you crack the code, you crack it all

You tie the strings to make it safe for you

You let it fly

You give a good cry

Time

Time is like a thief

It walks away and comes right back

Time traps, it feels like time is getting slower

Time is like a big pool swimming with numbers

It doesn’t even stop in a crash

It keeps going and going nothing in its way

A black circle hanging in the teachers room 

We don’t need them anymore 

They feel left out so they walk away without a doubt

They sit there hoping to get a glance but it never happens

It sits there in suspense

Getting bored of its job

Watching all of us play

So they cry, but they always stay

We Are The Change 

(featured poem in Cinnamongirl's "I am the Change" Anthology)

Serena Griffin

She walked for 1,037* days with no rest.

In preparation,

She plucked every star from her mind and compiled them until they formed suns.

She transformed them into seeds.

So, for 1,037 days, as her feet grazed every inch of the barren soil that blanketed Earth's surface,

The seeds, birthed from her clever mind, tumbled down into the soil.

As she traversed earth's surface, she kept her eyes forward.

But,

On day 518 

She took a look back.

As soon as her head turned

Her eyes met buds transforming into bouquets, stretching out for miles

Girls and women all over basked in it

They adorned themselves with blooms

Their clothes held stains of vibrant hues,

Her seeds seeping through the petals into their skin.

As she looked out on her creation,

The glistening imprint of a tear stained her face,

She thought to herself:

“I am the change.” 

She continued to trek on

Dropping seeds for 518 more days

On day 1,037 she took a final look back.

Flowers had sprung up, covering land stretching for miles,

And they flourished.
All thanks to the girls and women,

Whose hands had graciously tilled the soil and poured the water.

Now,

The world was rich with brilliance,

Rich with ideas,

Rich with beauty.

Her eyes gleaming with admiration,

She looked out on the physical manifestation of girls and women,

Filling Earth to the brim with buds of creativity and knowledge.

As she looked out on the creation,

A tear glistening on her cheek,

She thought to herself:

“We are the change.”

*1,037 is approximately the number of days it would take to walk around the entire circumference of the Earth (without rest and a speed of one mile per hour)