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Yes, I know that life is not fair

I am completely aware.

When my parents take things away,

That does not make it a better day.

Today has already been very bad,

Now you are just making me mad.

My parents just didnt care,

They just gave me the death stare.

But, it is all ok

Tomorrow is another day.

-Ethan W

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PLASTIC                            Plastic littered across green parks Makes me distraught People use plastic every day But they don’t care what happens After they throw it away Plastic floating in the water Eroding into small beads Sea creatures eat these things They die from starvation and chokingTiny microbeads of plastics can be found in our water What you throw out, can be given back to you.  By Sahar Attai    

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PLASTIC                            Plastic littered across green parks Makes me distraught People use plastic every day But they don’t care what happens After they throw it away Plastic floating in the water Eroding into small beads Sea creatures eat these things They die from starvation and chokingTiny microbeads of plastics can be found in our water What you throw out, can be given back to you.  By Sahar Attai    

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When my mom took my cookie I was sad
She gave it to my sister because I was being bad.
The cookie was chocolate chip 
My sister took the cookie and skipped.
I saw her pick it and had a huge fit
I started to hit.
Then I started to cry 
And my sister ate the cookie and said bye.
Life doesn't go your way 
Life is unfair.

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In this world
They say we have our rights
That's true
But they still don’t treat me right

Maybe it’s because I’m female
Maybe it’s because I’m gay
But they should treat me the same old way
Disrespectful and undeserving

This world we live in
What we call Earth
Is not perfect
But neither am I

I deserve the same rights
I deserve the respect I don’t get
I deserve to take in what life has to offer
Good or bad
And most importantly
I deserve to be me
Without consequence or sacrifice
In this world we live in

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I am aware

That life is not fair,

I do not like a problem,

It makes me sink to the bottom

It was a great fall on a bike

When I hit the ground it was a strike

I was crying and it hurt,

I was laying in the dirt.

No cap,

It felt like a hard slap.

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My poem is called, “Why...Why?”

Democracy is for the majority do the minority then feel like it's a hypocrisy? Why...Why? It usually makes people want to die, Why...Why? It feels like if time goes bye-bye, why...Why? It probably makes people pay even for a fly, Why...Why? Some times people dread of going to bed, Why...Why? And for other people, they fled the place where they were bred, Why...Why? Some people want to sled, but they can't even afford a piece of bread, Why...Why? All night some people cry, Why...Why? Some people want to learn how to cook, but they can't even afford to fry, Why...Why? The government would probably Deify a water supply, Why...Why?The government sometimes can't stop the bad guy, Why...Why? Democracy was made by the people, that is why. The U.S. democracy gives us a lot of rights and we get it after several long fights. With that, That is why America stands out like a beacon of light.

I Hope you like my poem!

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Once when I was younger

My mother took an

M&M out of my finger.

My sadness lingered.

I was angry at my mother

Because she gave it to

My brother

But then I was aware

That life is sometimes

Unfair.

Eric Hyland

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I want my time

to play my sport

I want to excel and not fall short

I am a girl, it is true

But I am just as important as you

I deserve equal time to play on the field

And to this desire I will not yield

Don’t push me aside like I don’t matter

Don’t give excuses with your endless chatter

Give me a chance like any other

Give me the chance you would give my brother

At the end of the day

All I want to do is play.
-Olivia

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 Referee                               Light breeze and bright sun Soccer game with pressure but fun                                    The game isn’t always fair Just a game? Doesn’t always seem so                                  She is clearly coming close Her cleat against my knee       it isn’t slow as I fall            Blood red on my knee      Grass all over Dirt all over me First aid kit Coming through look at the referee               This is his call                    Looks like he missed it       Told him to check           Ignores me                          What is this?Its so clear and i’m hurt                                     He turns the other way   Seems like he can’t see    Won’t even turn my way        I’m still ignored                Refree might have to quit his job                                                If he gets better Maybe he will finally look the other way          -Shahed             

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 Referee                               Light breeze and bright sun Soccer game with pressure but fun                                    The game isn’t always fair Just a game? Doesn’t always seem so                                  She is clearly coming close Her cleat against my knee       it isn’t slow as I fall            Blood red on my knee      Grass all over Dirt all over me First aid kit Coming through look at the referee               This is his call                    Looks like he missed it       Told him to check           Ignores me                          What is this?Its so clear and i’m hurt                                     He turns the other way   Seems like he can’t see    Won’t even turn my way        I’m still ignored                Refree might have to quit his job                                                If he gets better Maybe he will finally look the other way          -Shahed             

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Once, when I was little

My mom took away my skittles

And then gave them to my brother

So I took another

My mom yelled

So I rebelled

Then I went to my room

And made my tomb

Then I realized

I needed to apologize

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With dreams and wonders in my head.

It was ruined by a simple startle

Rubbing my eyes and itching my hair

Beside was a simple stare.

My sister dragging me out of bed, while i am half asleep.

Getting ready for school in a flash, trying not to be late.

Looking at the time while trying to get my shoes on

Racing to the door for the bus to pick me up. Angela Daniels

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In the time
Of years ago
My sister
Got the unfair advantage

My sister complained
She was going insane
Of all the chores
She was doing that day

My parents made me finish the chores
Which was totally over the floors
I realized something that day
My sister was getting away.
-Noah Brann

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The New Girl

On a cold winter day

The murmur of voices

Filled the full hallway

A group of kids started to talk

Where they normally stay

But their usual conversation

Was stopped right away

When an unfamiliar face

Glanced their way

The group of students gave each other a glance

As they thought this girl didn’t deserve a chance

The quiet girl started to speak

But her shyness took over and make her feel weak

The students started to laugh and walked to somewhere new

As they felt this girl should didn’t have a clue

That the students felt they were better than her

And that this type of thing should never occur

The poor girl just wanted to talk

But she embarrassed herself

And wanted to rewind the clock

The group of students started to walk their own separate ways

Never taking a minute to think

That their actions would affect the girl for days
-Marlowe

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As I’m walking down the hallway,

I see cage after cage,

and animal after animal.

I see deep

disappointment,

and utter

sorrow.

I look in a locked cage.

The poor eyes of the dog,

drained of all color and hope.

He looks so lost and helpless.

Ally Siffringer

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In class he talks to his friend

After all the tests are handed in

About how to spell a word

The substitute sees and tells them not to talk

They don’t after talk after that

That afternoon they both get detention

Because the substitute wrote them up

They explain to their teacher they weren’t talking

And that they weren’t distracting people

He doesn’t believe them

And they have to go to detention for nothing.

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Why?

Why must I face such a great injustice?

One morning I walk outside

And feel the warmth of spring

And the next morning

To shiver amongst the snow

Such suffering

is monumental in size

And it so great

It is impossible to capture

In mere words

by Isabelle H

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Unfairness!

Life is unfair.

Siblings always get there way.

Especially younger ones.

When I ask for something it is a no.

When they ask it is a yes.

When they want something they get it.

When I want something I don't.

Sometimes siblings are great.

Sometimes there not.

But either way they seem to get there way.
Arnav

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Art Class                                 The scent of strong acrylic paint filled the air, Jars of paint stacked everywhere. As I look down to my blue shirt, I noticed red paint had been squirt.  When  I look up at her alerted, “Sorry,” was all she blurted. Another one came, in a rush, Yellow everywhere, including the brush. She hurries toward the sink, To help her get the yellow off the pink.          -Ava Curella 

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Art Class                                 The scent of strong acrylic paint filled the air, Jars of paint stacked everywhere. As I look down to my blue shirt, I noticed red paint had been squirt.  When  I look up at her alerted, “Sorry,” was all she blurted. Another one came, in a rush, Yellow everywhere, including the brush. She hurries toward the sink, To help her get the yellow off the pink.          -Ava Curella 

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I walk down the street

So I could get a bite to eat

The grumble of my stomach gets louder,

That was until I saw

A hungry man with soiled clothes

From his head to toes

Inviting him out of spite

We took him in as our guest

We told him to get whatever he pleased

Until the manager came in without ease

And at that moment

Our guest was cast aside

Father and I sat alone

At a table

Without our guest

Making every attempt

To help the man

I struggled to watch him beg more

Defenseless against the men in black uniforms
For all he wanted was a crumb.

-Noah stierheim

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When I was little I sucked and sucked on my binky. Until my dad took it away He took it away in a flash of a blinky.

I thought it was unfair. So I tipped over my high chair

He picked it back up As I threw up
The mess he cleaned as I Relaxed and leaned

Poor dad, HE GOT MAD.

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I see him look in great need

As he broke his arm

Indeed

I feel the beating sun as he wails

I lead my brother inside to my mother

I feel the guilt

As my brother screamed his head off

I dreamed that this was not real

But I could still feel the regret

I was not able to save my brother
-Grace