Negeena

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I am...

I am sugar a mood ring a calculater the vacuum

I am a lightbulb the filing-cabinet a closed book the unseen

I am Seoul a closet an Afghan a Muslim

I am the eraser proud a rose with thorns a painting 

I am a poem and I am me... <3

__Unique__  The girl from Afghanistan, I'm proud of it, Don't get me wrong.  All I'm saying Is, there is more to me  Black curly hair along With tan skin.  What's most important for me Is who I am meant to be.  How is that to happen if I stop it From happening?  Different, I am, A word I like to use to describe who I am Would always be  Unique <3

** __Plastic Red Cup__

Traffic light indicating stop. A rose lovingly given to one. Red candle, Red vase rim, Nail polish remover cap. The red ring made as the Moon forms its Eclipse. A ring worm, Or even a simple drop of blood. Sunburns on the back of ignorant kids. Hungry eyes of a vampire, Pierecing teeth burning into deicate skin leaving their mark. Ruby's, Garnets, or any red gem.

//The red Paramore bracelet, on my wrist at all times, March 30th, 8:27 p.m.// **

__<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #51fa00; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif;">//** "Seoul" by Annie Finnigan found from NewsWeek **// __

through the city, South Korea is where it stands. An island of Arts and Culture.
 * Technology runs like a thread

City Hall of glass, Arts Island of Metal. Plaza of urban green, High-tech New Urban Environment City of Arts and Most Unique It Is, Like Me :) .**

<span style="background-color: #404040; color: #f05319; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">One Eyed Shark's Bite

<span style="background-color: #ff6300; color: #404040; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 115%;">Person to Shark

<span style="background-color: #f05319; color: #000000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">Enjoy yourself but not to much Said its piercing eye. My insides turned as I swam to shore Praying for it not to come by. of Course just my luck, First time at the beach, But no, I must fall into that one eyed sharks cluth. Must be starved by the way stares. I wonder if I get a bad gore, Kick him I must, I mean who really cares...

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= Pencils =

Long and ussually slender, Puts thoughts down with ease, In this case it illustrates whatever is in your head, This creator of art mostly holds lead. It works like magic and sometimes Those who are nervous bite on it because Of stress It comes in shapes and size And could draw anything for you like It is for this assignment. It will always be there for you like a friend To hold onto when you need its help. You borrow it, You try to retrn it. At times its lying around like a penny And you can only feel bad for whoever that lost it, Because I'm sure they need it as much as I do. It's acts of kindness will never be forgotten, But at times, It's mistakes are hard to erase.

Sunburn
Little Miss Mary Sat by the praire, She looks up at the sun, And decides she is done, With trying get a tan She only gets red As if she were beat with a pan. The pain stays even after bed. Waking up wishing, She'd never gone on sitting, Yet she goes back and does it again.

Little Miss Mary Sat by the Praire, Never learning her lesson, Sitting beneath the sun, She faced the burn And then the peeling had begun

She felt like a snake As her old skin peeled away. Then beneath the old skin, She found her tan, And decided the sun Lost, and she has won This battle with her stubbern skin, And the sun. She convinced herself that her sunburn will never dare Come back again. *Note To Reader* Little Miss Mary Who sits by the praire, Realized tans go away, and sunburns tend to stay