Tuesday, June 1, 2010

freedom

I wonder about my future .
I hear I listen to the teacher.
I see computers.
I want to go home .
I pretend to learn .
I see more computers.
I worry no going home .
I cry my family.
I understand I have to read .
I say can I go to bathroom
I dream good freedom
I try to go home .
I hope be my family.

5 comments:

  1. Ibrahim, you wrote a good poem! It really shows who you are!

    Ms. Julie G.

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  2. Wow Ibrahim, great poem! Your blog looks good! Watch your spelling! :) Ms. Liza

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  3. wow, it is good poem I like ur poem keep it up?...

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  4. hi it is reall good poem i like it vwry much...

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  5. "It really shows who you are!"
    true. keep it up man

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