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English Poem, have to re-write it using the same ideas, but cant say the same thing?

Can YOU puhhhlease, help?
I have to re-write a poem, using the same ideas but i cant say the same thing or it will be plagerizeing! Ugggh.
here it is:


Hanging Fire
Audre Lorde
______________
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his tumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I de before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth aout me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.





THANKS<3
  • 11 months ago
vision by vision
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January 05, 2008
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i appreciate ur honesty son do it urself u will if i can do u too will

do not plagiarize that's it good breeding glad

FROM MY WINDOW…….
From my window I have seen,
The Christmas tree all so green,
Not a white speck of silvery glow,
Were they so young, awaiting the snow?

I soon dozed off and when I did awaken,
I was apparently really shaken.
The breeze blew the snow from my roof top,
The wind was now flapping, flip flap, flop.

The heavens in utter blackness were cast,
And then the flakes off my roof blown fast,
Combined, with the falling snow,
Let all hell loose, where did the flakes go.

Before I could blink my eye,
The cypress trees seemed to fly,
As if Santa Claus with his staff,
Painted all of them so on God’s behalf.

Snow flakes falling outside,
Forced me within my blanket to hide,
It must have been awfully cold,
To nature’s wonder I was all sold.

It way just simply white gold,
It was now yes, getting really cold.
The snow takes my heart away,
I wish I do in Canada for ever stay.
  • 11 months ago
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Asker's Comment:
uhh thanks ?

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