Acrostic poem By Althea Morojo

A-bby is my nickname
B-aby as called by my family
B-ringing them hope and joy
Y-earning to always bring smiles

haiku nature by Althea Morojo

Walking through the sand
While feeling the hot breeze
Enjoying cause it's summer

Sonnet by Althea Morojo

Tormented Heart

Little Ali struck in the moment

Tears flowing through her eyes

Wiping it roughly with a bonnet

Body nearly cold as ice

Little Ali wishing to be healed

For all she asks was mercy

Good thing came out a shield

Then he says, "don't worry"

Little Ali where are you going?

To a place where the blind can see

I'm tired of pretending in peace we will be free

Little Ali now in a place called love

Catching smiles with bruise hands as her glove

Limerick by Althea Morojo

Running so fast, looking for the light
Being accused when everything I did was right
Oh my! oh my! Am I going to die?
She answered my question with a deep sigh
And all I could do was fight.