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Compilation #3

Brittany Wilson 1988 (Milwaukee, WI)

My Grandma
She became my grandma the day I was born & everytime I went to chop my hair off, she brought up me being bald until age 3. When my niece Azaria was born, she brought up me being bald until age 3 because Azaria was pretty much bald for the 1st year of her life. The older we got, the more of an A-1 Day-1 we became.

Everett Emerald
Everett Emerald was ambidextrous st times
Yet, men like him were some dimes a dozen.

Everett Emerald was a man of little words
Yet, his actions would send shockwaves throughout
All the extension cords in the world.

Everett Emerald was wondrously humbled
Lived his life to the absolute fullest
Had not a gamblin’ bone in his body
Nor a tumbled tan on his face.

The Life Of A Rainbow
This is my version of the life of a rainbow:
Red=Love; We’re supposed to love each other as we want to be loved.
Orange=Start of a Sunset (They’re so pretty).
Yellow=Morning Dawn (the start of a new day).
Green=Grass; most of the time. It’s not always as green as it appears when we jump side to side.
Blue=Water; Water has oxygen & Oxygen helps us breathe.
Indigo=Night Sky; it’s always so beautiful, especially when the stars come out.
Violet=New life; whether it’s babies being born or people starting their lives anew.

I’m not Perfect

I’m a Christian, but I’m not perfect.
I’m a human being, but I'm not perfect.
I’m an adult, but I'm not perfect.
I’m over 30, but I’m not perfect.

I’m 32 years old & I’ve been in church since I was 13. I’ve learned that nobody’s perfect except The Father, The Son, & The Holy Spirit (Holy Ghost). Amen & Thanks be to god.
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Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,627
Words 321
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 2, 3, 3, 4, 9, 1, 4, 1

Brittany Wilson

Brittany Wilson is from Milwaukee, WI & has loved poetry since 5th grade (age 10). Her all-time favorite poets are Emily Dickinson & the incomparable Dr. Maya Angelou. more…

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