To my dearest English teacher Ms.Hanckock

Every morning as I wake up I think of you,

as the hero that came into my life.

More and more you appeared to me when I’m struggling for help.

you bring me much delight.

You taught me to always follow my dreams,

never give up or stay away.

Therefore I’m here to tell you that,

I will forever write metaphors.

I love my mother, but sometimes she is harsh on me

My mother to me is like an office building

she is rigid and strict, never really a joker

she hates fooling around and wasting time

I don’t particularly feel close to her at all times

We humans often feel sadness over occurrences in our lives that we have no control over

And often in those times it’s best to have someone to talk to

but not all of us have that someone

a metaphor is that someone to me

It allows me to express my thoughts and desires

I feel like a locked bird in a dusty, old, depressing cage when i’m not writing metaphors

they are like sense of freedom to me

metaphors oh how much I love metaphors