Thursday, November 9, 2017

Poems by: Lola

FOR SALE
We got knickknacks,
We got year-old tic-tacs.
We got half-shined shoes,
We got a ghost that says
Boo!
I look at all this crud in our yard,
And I know that it will never happen,
But I wish we had money to stay in this house.
My sister is crying because she can't keep her favorite blouse.
I just wish we could stay in this house.
I guess we'll live in the car,
I feel like a fly trapped in a jar.
A single tear falls in my lap
And I wonder...
Will we ever come back.

SELLING THE WORLD
I'll sell you the world.
But, you must have patience;
The world is always fighting with itself.
The world is hard to take care of;
Its always trashy.
You must also be stern,
For the world never listens.
You must be lenient,
The world has many different opinions.
Maybe I should sell Jupiter,
There are no people there to mess it up.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Poems By:Lola

PROTESTING                                          
If I were to protest I would                        
Not care where I go                                    
For I know                                                  
You can’t stop me                                      
For if you scrape my knee,                          
Take away my job,                                  
Make my life hell                                
It will ring-a-bell                                
It will tell me I need to                            
Protest where-ever I go                                
For I will stand for what’s right                          
I will make this world bright!                      
     -Lola Davidson                                      

PIPELINE PROTEST                         
Shoot me with water cannons,
Or rubber bullets
I will screech, but no more than that
But why should I have to?
For I have the freedom of speech
I have not hurt you
But you have hurt me
You have stung like a bee
You have left a deep scar
Like a dent in a car
We could fight back    
And we will
Not by attack
Not a bite, not a scratch
Not even a screech
For we have the freedom of speech!
                  -Lola Davidson