Creative Prompt: Write about yourself I am/was use of metaphor or you can write about someone else He/She is/was...Feel free to move through time and add phrases like "when I was young I was...
I AM, Aldo I am the spirit of my Aztec brother. I am the mind of my fellow Maya, and the heart of my fellow Incas. I am a time gone bye. I am a fleeting moment, a value no longer held by a “decent” society. Tamed as though an elephant, that does not know he can break his bondage. I was powerful... I was raised into a jungle, a world where words cut as though daggers and warriors are raised to be quick witted like a cheetah running through the jungle. I use my words to slay giants as though David facing Goliath. Small rocks kill big men with the value of their composite. I am like a Lemur, for fear of being left behind I raise my head, but the eagle flies about. I once again become submissive to a society who no longer understands or tolerates who I was. I am a time long gone. I AM, Michael I am the rain drop on a glass that just wouldn’t stream. Negligent to what gravity means cause reflections tell me that even windows have panes. I am the tears that wishes to role merrily from dreams. Imbued by the fulfillment of knowing delighted gains. I am the mind that was convinced that nothing is as it seemed Until witnessing that what sheds from the brokenhearted leave no stains Full me once, Please full me again believing we all sustain I am the full who knows no quit Only to strive through the strains. I am the last one to be picked Yet the first to be blamed I am forever imprisoned Cause I wish to unlock my chains My only vision Is to cary on upon sunlit plains The hopes to be for ever imprisoned Amongst daisies trapped in the rain May substance seep through life’s incisions Soothings its pains He is, Julia K He is a tornado, ripping through the skies. He is a fighter, handing out black eyes. He is a T-Rex, devouring all he sees. He is a train, with nowhere else to go. He is a firecracker, shrieking in the night. He is an orchestra, of noises all alight. He is a thunderclap, breaking overhead. He is the storm, that engulfs you whole. He is home away from home, such a welcome sight. He is the warmth from a roaring fire on a snow-covered hill. He is hope, of a kinder world than this. He is the ashes, which brings new life to grow I was, Ellen I was a quiet kid, a researcher, a scientist - I explored the outdoors & observed everyone inside - Making sense of the world around me, Deciphering who was safe and who to trust. I learned the bark of every tree I climbed, And could find a four leaf clover from three feet away - I knew rules and plays of little league basketball - And who I didn’t trust to have my back in the woods and on the court. As my circle grew, I became more outspoken, Realizing that often the people I was weary of letting in, Where the ones who most needed to be let in, And that when I spoke up for myself, I was often speaking up for us. These days people sometimes say I’m loud, Perhaps surprised that as small women I have opinions, Now I know who I can trust and that being vulnerable is actually courageous, And I am a megaphone for anyone who feels silenced & wants to be heard I am a cautious tiger approaching a fire, Optimistic that my journey might inspire others, Loud in the face of injustice so that I might ignite change Above the monotonous chatter that keeps things the same.
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