Poem 2

Monkey see, Monkey do

I want to dress like him but he tells me no

I want to act like him but he tell me I'm too young

He's a rebel in the house, eats, sleep, and does what

ever he wants but why does mom and dad loves him?

He wakes me up for school and tells me to never stop learning

I listen of course to him but when mom and dad say the same thing,

I don’t listen. I see him hang with his friends in front of the house. He

Drinks and smoke but he's only five years older than me and he's under age to

drink. But why does mom and dad still care for him?

I come home from school and I still see him with his friends. I wait for him to sleep

when I drink the left over alcohol and light the cigarettes bud and smoke it. He doesn’t go to school or work but I still admire him. He's too cool for school I tell myself in my head.

But why does mom and dad still call him son and boy?

The day starts the same, He wakes me up for school and I head off

As I walk out the door, the same friends come back and hangs with him.

I come back from school and I see him with a needle, spoon, and a lighter

I thought he was bored and playing with things, I was wrong

I go in the house and watch him through the window. He sticks the needle in his arm

and he falls back like a falling tree. His friends are falling like dominos as well. I

guess they must love him as much as I do too

He comes back in the house to sleep like always, I wait for him to sleep when I test out the

sharp, skinny, smooth needle. I followed everything he did and stuck it in my arms.

I couldn’t breathe, speak, or move. I just knew how to fall back on the stairs.

Now mom and dad is mad at him but why? I guess I can sleep away the pain and never wake up.

Maybe mom and dad can forgive  him like I do.

That’s a Big one

The boys of the house always go fishing on Sunday.

We would go out fishing at 5am and come back home 4pm.

Our goal is to catch the Big one but no one ever does. We just end up

buying our own fish from the store and have mom cook it

We would go to the same spot to fish, nothing new or boring but

we love to smell the little guys jumping out of the water. I feel like

their screaming out come and get me when they jump out but that’s my

imagination

I see dad and my brother cast their fishing poles into the water.

I wait and play with the slimy worms in the cup my dad bought at the fishing store.

When I get bored with the short, skinny, smooth worms, I cast my fish.

We don’t catch anything but we always hope the Big one chooses are tasty worm

We wait and wait and next thing you notice is the sun saying goodbye.

Dad always say reel it in boys, mom and waiting for the fake store bought fish.

We reel it in knowing it was fun day under the sun.

We pack our stuff and make sure we look at the water to see him the Big one

jumps out to say goodbye as well but nothing comes up. The Big will get caught one day boy, dad always say after a long warm sunny day. I tell dad and brother I'll catch the Big one and give it too mom but I want to say we all caught the big one and not just me cause were the Sunday

crew, I'll get the Big one as long as we say That’s the Big one

Incredible Hulk

I love watching the incredible Hulk on TV.

He gets mad and saves the day from the bad guys.

He turns green and gets super strong and beats up the bad guys.

But he get red when he's mad

In the show, the incredible Hulk start off like a normal person just like him.

But when someone makes him angry, the incredible hulk because the hero. But

when someone makes him mad or angry, he starts to hurt us. Why are they different?

He gets mad when something doesn’t taste, talk or even the time of day it is.

If nothing does his way, the angry red man starts to hurt, break, and make good people sad.

In the show the Incredible Hulk is always hurting the bad people, does that make us bad people?

I love watching the incredible Hulk on TV.

He gets mad and saves the day from the bad guys.

He turns green and gets super strong and beats up the bad guys.

But he get red when he's mad