dreams and dishes

i know i should help

mom with our dinner

practice my scales

show dad i'm a winner

at soccer and squash

piano and french

i am that kid

the coach will not bench

but underneath all

of my talents and tricks

my heart, she beats softly

with a tick, tick, tick

i prefer to write poems

and daydream away

sing to my cats

make pots out of clay

i collect stones

in the shape of a heart

i like to rip pictures

and recreate art

they don't understand

how could they relate

they think i'm like them

a perfect blank slate

turns out i'm not

at all what they think

a deep water girl

who's right on the brink

of avoiding their rules

and saying enough

i've had it, i'm done

i'm over this fluff

perhaps they'll give up

and try for another

a sweet baby boy

they'll raise as my brother

i hope this new child

will follow their wishes

he'll get into yale

and wash all the dishes

then i'll be free

to do what i please

god i hope so

i'm on hands and on knees

Poem by Alexandra Thayer Stewart

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a tale of two brothers

it isn't funny

not one little bit

mom never said that

why won't you just quit

your teasing and taunting

i know i'm your brother

we look just alike

we have the same mother

i'm not adopted

that's just isn't true

you make my head hurt

you make me feel blue

go away now

i'm tired, i'm done

i want my mommy

she knows i'm the one

turns out she favors

my face to yours

and when we grow up

she'll give you more chores

then i'll be laughing

and you will be sad

wishing you never 

made me so mad

Poem by Alexandra Thayer Stewart

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busted

i didn't do my homework

i'm done, i'm toast, it's true

i didn't do my homework

just X me out, i'm through

i didn't do my homework

a report on hester prynne

i didn't do my homework

i have nothing to turn in

i didn't do my homework

well, that's not exactly right

i did do all my homework

and stayed up late last night

my homework was completed

but still, i'm digging my grave

the essay, it was perfect

although i never hit save

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(Poem by Alexandra Thayer Stewart)

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happy boy

happy boy

wears a bright red collar

that matches 

his smiling face

delighted by

fresh fallen 

snow

piled high

for the holidays

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(Poem by Alexandra Thayer Stewart)

no time for a title

i slug a gulp

of instant coffee

stirred with a pen

racing, rushing

go go go

get out the door

and think

who uses

blue ballpoints

with bent caps

instead of a spoon

go go go 

get out the door

shoving the pen

inside my pocket

it rips 

a hole

as an idea

peeks around

my pressed suit

like a little boy

with grass stained knees 

stopping me

still

at the kitchen counter

filling this blank page

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(Poem by Alexandra Thayer Stewart)