I am the strangr who you’ve only seen once passing you on the street, looking down timidly at my feet.
I am the cousin you barley know, regretting the times I barey adressed you.
I am the student who tries my hardest no matter how many times I seem to fall.
I am the friend you trust with your secrets, agreeing to give mine in return.
I am the daughter who you’ve watched grow, finally blooming from a seed to a flower.
I am Brynn.
I really liked how you used the prompt in class to make this poem. It was really interesting they way you made it rhyme at certain points.
Keep it up
Lilly
🙂
Hi Brynn,
Wow. That’s all I can say. I liked how you compared yourself to a flower growing up because it’s unusual and very good. It’s also good how you included being a stranger and then getting almost closer and closer to yourself. Keep up the good work!
Chiara