This is the poem
This person is Taylor, whose wacky noises and lip piercings
tell a story all its own.
This person is Tyler, who’s always there to put the broken pieces of shattered reality back together.
This person is April, who’s home to me, a mom, who’s always there for me.
This person is Dawson, whose jokes hold then shatter like the fiery explosions of the fourth.
This person is Corey, who’s due to be a dad, and who’s waiting for the day the water slides.
This person is Britney, who’s Corey’s first real love, and who is also waiting for the water to slide.
This person is Virginia, who’s quiet and shy, a little misunderstood. But, she is my best friend.
This person is Shanon, who’s outspoken, sometimes funny but a little pushy.
This person is Hay Hay, who’s always here at Marshall, and who’s always there to help bail me out of an NC in math class.
This person is Tabitha, who’s been a sister to me my whole life, but was never blood related.
This person is Anastasia, who’s Tabitha’s daughter, and who’s a little bit obsessed with littlest pet shop, and moshi monsters.
This person is Jaden, who’s Tabitha’s son, and who’s obsessed with video games just like his deadbeat of a dad.
This person is Cindy, who’s psycho, a compulsive liar, and a bad case to be Shanon’s mom.
This person is Ron, who’s always tried to hard to make everyone happy.
This person is Marge, whose love kept me happy as a child, but the only thing i have of hers, a necklace, only brings sorrow.
This person is Dee, who’s a second mother, and who shows that no matter what, you can power through any obstacle.
This person is Joe, whose heart is always in the right place.
This person is from my dream, who’s helped me look at the brighter side of things.
This person is Leroy, whose love for his workshop, wife, children, and grandchildren, like me, show us to cherish the time we have together, cuz life doesn’t last for eternity.
This person is My Father, who’s always haunting my dreams never stopping once to let me forget all he’s done to me.
This person is me, a girl who’s always searching for meaning in this world, like a single river looking to find a vast ocean.
Teah is an eighth grader at Thurgood Marshall Middle School, Olympia. Thank you, Teah.