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Secrets

Tonight we began reading, Things I Have to Tell You: Poem and Writing by Teenage Girls edited by Betsy Franco. Two of the young women wrote about secrets. Elisha Branch wrote a poem about how our ancestors tried to change the world while many of us we sit by and do little good.

Secrets
by Natalie Branch

My life is ruled by the weight of untold secrets.
I have them, you have them, we all have them.
My mom says all secrets are brought out eventually.
But it’s the ones we cannot imagine that scare me.
Past secrets, family secrets, future secrets.
What scares me most is you never know when
It’s gong to hit you or what it is.
You know the saying, “Every day you learn something new”?
Well, that’s true.
I could wake up tomorrow and find out my mom isn’t my mom or my dad isn’t my dad.
Don’t get me wrong.
There are good secrets and there are bad ones.
Secrets can either make you or break you,
but it’s up to you where those secrets are going to take you.

My Secrets
by Rachel Coney

I have a secret
That I’m afraid to tell
Cause I’m afraid that God will hear me.
And send me to hell.

I know it’s really bad to keep
A secret bottled up inside.
But for my own good
It’s the only place it can hide.

I bear, I bang, because I need to tell.
But if I would be half dead somewhere
screaming for help.

So I run away with my secret hidden inside.
And hoping that I would find
someone who really cares
and don’t ask why.

Poem
by Elisha Branch

They were committed, passionate and faithful.
And now we’re acting ungrateful.
They have all traveled and fought
and now we can’t even listen to the lesson we’re being taught.
They trip and tramp
and they dodge and duck
and now people are killing each other
just for a simple buck
They worked very hard to try to make progress
and now we have criminals running for congress.
They spread the word and had freedom in their clutches
and it’s getting destroyed, torn down by pitch forks and torches.

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