Brianna Massey's Poetry Portfolio

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S: Bri's Poetry Journal

BC: Brianna Monique Massey

FC: Bri's Poetry Journal

1: Table of Contents | Language Arts: pg. 2-3 I am: pg. 4-5 My Mother's Kitchen: pg. 6-7 GSMST: pg. 8-9 Home (Song Choice): pg. 10-15

2: Language Arts brings vast knowledge Reading, writing, conversing, and spelling Learning new words, cultures, and languages Creating great presentations And using your imagination Bringing your drama into your writing Seeing Ms. Glenn dancing and shouting | Language Arts

3: Games and prizes Great surprises Think without Language Arts how would you speak? Maybe like Dr. Seuss or a 2 year old who can't even speak Your language would never flow Nope, it will never grow So don't you think Language Arts is a great class to take? If you don't, you are making a very big mistake. | ge Arts

4: I am

5: Sometimes I love you, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I'll help you, sometimes I won't. If you mess with me I might even tell you off. But really I'm kind at heart I'm not your average black girl. And I am not your average smart girl. But I learned to be myself and not fit in with the others Because I am B, beautiful and not like another No, I'm not my mom, dad, brother, or cousin. Who I am is not determined by my family or friends. I am me, not a hint of anyone else. No matter what anyone says, I will always be Brianna Monique Massey.

6: My Mother's | She wakes up and hears the sound of the oven timer going off The best alarm she ever had The sweet aroma of her favorite foods Not something that's dead or smells like peeyoo She tries to recognize the scent and wonders if it's a chocolate cake But she also smells fried chicken or maybe even steak She wakes her sister up And now they're ready for breakfast But she then realizes she didn't smell breakfast They rush downstairs wondering if they only had cereal to eat Little did they know their mom had a Jamaican treat

7: Kitchen | Callaloo, dumpling, salt fish, and sweet potatoes A breakfast that no one could handle This is no ordinary breakfast that Americans have This is their Jamaican morning feast that most would love to have Dining to what they call the finest Loving the taste in their mouths and smiles in their hearts In their mother's kitchen it's a Jamaican Fiesta The chef says, Aren't you happy you have a mother that loves ya?"”

8: Running, screaming, racing up the stairs Gotta get to class I have no time to spare Yes, I'm ready to learn Wipee, woohoo What a joyous school I look at nerds, snobs and meanies who want to stay Annoying, yes and wish they all could move away But, no I'm nice Cuz I got a school that's suffice Wait, it's more than that It's fantastic Not just alright | GSMST

9: GSMST challenges and helps me get smarter How good it is to go to a school that's better? Maybe there's a lot of work, stress, and no stray But one day yes one day it will pay Wow GSMST is blooming like a tree Yea, GSMST is the place to be I know you're wondering what's wrong with me How bout you come to GSMST and you will see? | MST

10: Home By: Blake Shelton and Michael Buble (Dedicated to my dad)

11: Another summer day Has come and gone away In Paris and Rome But I wanna go home Maybe surrounded by A million people I Still feel all alone, I wanna go home Oh, I miss you, you know And I've been keeping all the letters That I wrote to you, each one a line or two 'I'm fine baby, how are you?' I would send them but I know That it's just not enough, my words were cold and flat And you deserve more than that

13: Another airplane, another sunny place I'm lucky I know but I wanna go home I've got to go home, let me go home I'm just too far from where you are I wanna come home And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life It's like I just stepped outside When everything was going right And I know just why you could not come along with me This was not your dream But you always believed in me Another winter day Has come and gone away In even Paris and Rome And I wanna go home Let me go home

14: And I'm surrounded by A million people I Still feel alone and I wanna go home Oh, I miss you, you know Let me go home I've had my run Baby, I'm done I'm coming back home Let me go home It will all be all right I'll be home tonight I'm coming back home

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