Antoinette Rose Maria Rogers

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Antoinette Rose Maria Rogers Biography

I was born Febuary 23,1994, on the west side of Chicago Ill. At age 4 I started pre-school imediately passionate for school. Growing up my home life wan't so good. My mom worked everyday coming home to stress. She had to cook and listen to my father complain about everything. Even I got tired of it. I have two brothers the oldest 15 as of today and the youngest 9 as of today. Coming home everyday with the same drama made me stress out so when I was like twelve I stared to read whatever I could get my hands on.I also played sports like volleyball, basketball, softball and cheerleading. I alway kept myself busy so I wouldn't be home so much. I didn't realize I was a poet until I was in the eighth grade. After we moved and I had transfered to West Park Academy. I found myself writing in my journal everyday. Sometimes I'll read about my day what I liked and what I didn't like. I realized my vocabulary was extremely high and I used metephors and alliteration and so on in my writing. It was like a different language. Writing poetry gave me a chance to free my mind of things of all sorts. After a while i picked up art. SO I now writing about my life I draw an image.)

The Best Poem Of Antoinette Rose Maria Rogers

Walk Away

Waking up in the morning
I'm shaking and terrified,
scared that the one I,
~love~
and cherish, will hurt me
attacking like a hungry lion
hunting for a prey,
When I gaze into his eyes,
they are as hard as a rock,
blue like a block of,
~ice~
an ice so cold,
you could dropp dead
if you touch it,
him,
or gaze to hard into the
eyes,
that were once,
two stars, round and bold,
So pure I could see his soul,
bare untouched and still whole,
But in a blink of an eye,
~love~
turned to
~hatred~
and becomes captain.
Cursing, shouting, rampaging and
violence,
are now born
he raised his hand to me,
against me,
for the last time on this earth.
So I raised a knife,
to him, against him,
for the first.
I finally won, victory,
and freedom,
at last.
But as the blood poured out of,
the heart,
the devil,
that ~hatred~ immediately
turned to ~ruefullness~
then back to ~love~

Suddenly I wake up,
out of a,
~dream~
that is really,
~reality~
Once again I'm,
scared and terrifed,
of the one I ~think~
I ~love~
and the one I ~think ~
I ~hate~
What will I do?
Should I stay or
should I just
walk away...
forever.


by, Rose

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