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Hardly Myself

Today again I am hardly myself.
Grass sprouts from my hair like antennae.
Flowers become my eye lashes
as bark covers my soul.
My teeth are like acorns
crunching on my concrete tongue.
Rocks and stones become
my hardcore bones.
Thorns grow like fingernails
on my berry-scented skin.
Roses are my ears,
only for the bees.
My toes are the squishy
clay straight from the ground.
The plaque on my teeth is
like rust from metal.
My lungs beat like the
countdown on a clock.
Why, why am I hardly myself?

J.B., 4th grade


This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Please go to www.witsblog.org or www.witshouston.org to learn more.


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