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Sophia

A Poem Answer

This is a subject I think about again and again.  Girly girl, girl who likes boy stuff or what my mom told me is a tom boy, girl, boy, whatever.  I wonder why girls and boys like the stuff they like and if they are happy to be that way.   Or is someone telling them what to like and what to be?   I like to do so many things so I was thinking what am I?  Here is my poem answer.

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Sophia’s Little Bits: 22

But he said how will you know unless you try? That’s what I say!

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So I said You waited a long time to have me and you got the very best kid. Because she’s an old lady mom.

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Why do they call it poison ivy when the only thing that happens to you is you itch and swell up a little.

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Why do you have a middle name if you never use it?

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My gift was rapped in pink paper and Leah’s was too. The others got green or blue. I can’t remember what color they got but it was not pink. Will you be surprised to know they were boys? I wouldn’t. I wanted the green I really did.

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When I’m in the car and I’m hungry and there’s nothing to eat, I always have my fingernails. Yum yum!

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I like snakes. I like worms. I like to look at all the creatures my cat Penny kills.

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I can’t figure out time. When did a cave man live? Way before grandma and grandpa?

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Memory is such a boring word, but remembry sounds frenchy and exercises your mouth. Re-mem-bree. Say it out loud. Isn't it fun? You know it is.

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I like to change how I say things because I’m older now.

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My mom asked me what I like about taking violin lessons.

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One day my grandma was watching me when I had spring break and my mom and dad had to work. I wanted to go down to the pool and shoot hoops in the parking lot. Grandma said it was too hot. That made me upset.

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In one month I will be a first grader.

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I saw a man in a store wearing a pink shirt.

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My mom read one of my old poems in my poetry journal and said That’s bizarre. It made me laugh so hard. Bizarre! She said that! I mean I was only 4 when I wrote it!

Yoko Ono (L) and Friend as Picasso Girls by Sophia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Have you seen Bob Ross painting? I saw his show and he is so cool! I like the way he says Man! What a gorjus color! And the way he wacks his paint brush on his easel. I could have a fun conversation with him but my mom says she thinks he’s dead. Phooeey.

 

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Sophia’s Little Bits: 6

At school we can’t say bad words. When someone says a bad word, other kids say Aw you said a bad word! And then tell the teacher. I get tired of that. I say Hey listen sometimes you just have to say a bad word. It’s no big deal. Get over it. Move on.

 

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Gabby a girl in my gymnastics class said you can’t be my friend if you don’t talk more. I’m a thinker not a talker. I like to listen to what people say and sometimes I write it down. But I don’t hear people if they don’t say anything interesting. And that’s not a good way to choose friends anyway.

 

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Sometimes I want things to happen a certain way and they don’t. I get upset and frustrated and can’t get out of it. I want to but I just can’t do it. My mom says take a breath. Calm down. I just can’t get out of my mood. So I like to say “I don’t like your reaction!” My mom says whose? I say yours! She says what? I say never mind boo tee ko. This helps because I crack myself up.

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My friend Molly saw a movie documentry called African Cats. I like cats. I like big cats and little cats. Molly’s mom Cheryl said they show the prey getting killed in African Cats. I don’t want to see that. My cat Penny gets prey but it’s different. Today she had a big chipmunk in her mouth that daddy tried to get from her. She ran away fast and over the fence into our neybor Jane’s yard. She still had the chipmunk. I watched her play with her prey. She threw it up in the air and jumped on it. Then she ate it all. Just not the tail. She’s a good hunter.

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I went to see a movie documentry with my class called Born to Be Wild.

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This is what happens to me always. I want to write so many things but I get tired. I know what I’m thinking but I don’t know how to write it. So my mom said to write little bits down. Here are some of my little bits.

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Paint it Black (for Mr. John Hicks)

When you’re a kid everyone asks you what’s your favorite color. This is a silly question. There are too many colors to choose from. Like it is fighting over green yellow and black. Because I like all of them even other colors. I like black because it’s dark. If you press hard it looks dark and nice and pretty. I press my pencil hard to get that color. I like green because it’s so shiny and my tongue is green right now because I got a green lollipop.

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Sometimes People Talk Too Much

1. My old dance teacher Miss Maryanne. She was a little strict and wanted us to learn our steps. She talked the whole hour and I couldn’t enjoy the music.
2. My old gymnastics teacher Miss Gabby. She was nice but wouldn’t stop talking. I couldn’t concentrate on my handstands and cartwheels and backbends.
3. My Spanish teacher Senora Nelly. She is excited too teach her class. and she talks in Spanish so fast I can’t understand her.
4. My Grandma Ruth. She loves me and I love her but sometimes she asks too many questions and won’t let me get off the phone.
5. My Grandpa Balwant. He can’t understand me and keeps saying “Hah?” but he keeps talking.
6. My friend Matthew. He talks so much in class and gives me opinions I don’t ask him for.
7. My friend Leah. She tries to boss me around. Bossy people talk a lot.
8. The P1 and P2 kids in my class like Huck and Imi. They make so much noise I can’t do… Continue reading