Ms. Shipley’s Class Blog

Sometimes it is yellow
It looks like a big curvy finger
You can peel it and eat it
You can find me on a platter
I’m sometimes big and small
Who Am I?

I dream of my mom falling down the stairs,
I dream of hearing Michael Jackson songs
and seeing his nasty face,
I dream of having no friends
and being alone,
I dream of going to the doctors and
taking blood out of me,
I dream of bad people trying to kill me.
I dream of so many
things that I don’t know what’s coming next
Sad, happy or scary;
Who knows what I’m going to dream next.