Poems, poems, poems

Poems, poems, poems.

So hard to write.

But easy to read.

Sometimes romantic.

Sometimes funny you explode

Or so sad it makes you cry.

Poems, poems, poems

It makes you calm.

It is sometimes complicated.

I don’t know why.

But I know this poem is not complicated, doesn’t make you explode or even sad.

My poem about my life

It is not sad.

It is kind of interesting

But also happy

Now I’m going to talk about my life

My name is Khadija.

I’m from Sweden.

I’ve been there my whole life.

Now I’m in England.

But that is not the end.

I’ve to settle in Nansen school.

After four months I started Park View.

Starting a new school is what I hate.

It makes me angry I have to shout.

I got new friends lots and lots of them.

They are different from each other

Some are fat, skinny, tall, short, smart or sporty

I like them all even though they are different from each other.

I told you my poem is different from others.

Its not complicated, doesn’t make you explode or even sad.

That is my poem

The one that suits me or even you!

Dying