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Najaya Royal
Age 9
A participant at the NYWC workshop at
Brooklyn Public Library, New Lots Branch

Smell

I smell red roses
I smell the sunflowers in
the sun.
I smell the cool corn
muffins my mother make
for me.
I drink my pepsi when I
peek out the window.
When I smell dandelions I
think of daisies and when
I think of daises I think of
dandelions.

I Am From

I am from your mind
Your lost thoughts you left behind
I can see you try to be me
but it's just not good enough
I know you think I'm old
So now you sold your love
for popularity and you know
what you get back is nothing.

 

 

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