Circa 1993, age 11

Disclaimer: There has been no editing. These poems are from the above Lisa Frank notebook, used for my sixth grade English class.

Mr. X

Mr. X is your name,
Because I need to protect
Myself,
You
and us.
I never see you much,
or your real side,
But what I see I like.
You are just a dream,
or not.
Do you love me?
I wish I knew.
I love you.
Mr. X, open your eyes,
I <3 U.


Mary (Written about Nana Mary)

it has been a few months since
a dear friend died
tears flowed through pain
that just would not hide
I just keep thinking some day
she'll come back,
But she's gone forever,
It's a simple fact.
She was my grandma,
old and wize,
The secrets we tell
in bed late at night,
are gone.
God will take you,
I love you,
GOODNIGHT.

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Friends are laughing, enemies crying,
Victims of rumors souls are dying.
Insecure girls, to others, are lying.
Boys are yelling: smoking, drinking,
Consciences are deeply sinking,
Getting high, never thinking.
Pressure overcoming pride,
Talking cautiously, but secrets slide.
Never admitting you need a guide
to help you through all teenage years,
With problems to face but hard to bear,
Boyfriends, girlfriends equal hearts to tear.