Writing Catalog

Amariyah Bond

Grade: 11

Cleveland School of the Arts

Instructor: Amber Jacob




I could never be like mama.
With her thunderous voice as loud as a megaphone.
Self absorbed , yet self conscious.
Large ego, yet deflated.
I could never be like mama,
At least, I hope not.
Metamorphosing into what you tYou truly despise.
I could never be a mom.
With thick skin even a blade couldn't even slice through,
And a mind made of brick.
I could never be like mama
"Walking on eggshells" is a understatement
Just a bomb ready to be ignited
A tall brittle, destructible bridge waiting to collapse
And kill the innocent people walking on the top of it
What if I'm already her?