June 9, 2009
Spider crawling up my leg,
A monster under my bed,
Something that is always begging,
Begging for me to be dead.

Fearless is what I am,
Not afraid to stand up,
Up to what is ready to slam,
The things that slams into me and my pup.

I am not afraid of the sick,
I may be sick but it doesn't hurt,
I am like a stick,
Just in the mud and the dirt,
Not to be bothered with.

Fearless is what I am,
I am not afraid to be a stick,
I don't care what I am,
I am thick.

Yes I am fearless,
I am always ready to stand up to what is about to hit,
I may be a mess,
But I can always fix it.

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gymbabe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 6, 2010 at 5:50 pm
I liked this, it was cute, very nice topic, and well-expressed.  Great poem.
--LoveHappens-- said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 10:16 am
I like the idea of the poem but it needs a lot of revisions....... the writing is awkward and maybe you should try to make it rhyme that would make it flow better
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