Tacky Tabloid Poem

Beyonce and Jay-Z

They are the king and queen of music,
full of fortune and fame.
Madly in love, these two came together,
we wonder who was to blame.
All of a sudden baby Blue came along,
and their family became three.
Being the best became too much,
how will they break free?
Work together, solve their problems,
or is this the end?
Rumours say it is over,
will there relationship mend?

Where I’m From

I am from a paintbrush, from acrylic and watercolor.
I am from the view outside of my window.
(Flowing, blue, feels cold as ice.)
I am from the rose bush, the tall strong trees, protecting those I love.
I am from vacations in Hawaii and laughing with all, from mom and dad and the Stephenson’s.
I am from the generous and the do it all’s.
From helping others to excepting all.
I am from the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea.

I’m from Canada, maple syrup and bacon.
From the time my cousin caught more than just a fish, and the scraped knees of my grandpa fixing the boat.
I am from the photo albums in the closet, the wrinkled school picture in my dads wallet.
I am from the memories, the ones that will be with me forever.