POEM BOOK<br >This whole book s a poem cause every time I try to<br >tell the whole story my mind goes Be quiet!<br >Only it s not my mind s voice，<br >it s Miss Edna s over and over and over<br >Be quiet!<br >I m not a really loud kid， I swear. I m just me and<br >sometimes I maybe make a little bit of noise.<br >If I was a grown-up maybe Miss Edna<br >wouldn t always be telling me to be quiet<br >but I m eleven and maybe eleven s just noisy.<br >Maybe twelve s quieter.<br > But when Miss Edna s voice comes on， the ideas in my<br > head go out like a candle and all you see left is this little<br >string of smoke that disappears real quick<br >before I even have a chance to find out<br >what it s trying to say.<br >voo ~ n ls whole book s a poem because poetry s short and<br > this whole book s a poem cause Ms. Marcus says<br > write it down before it leaves your brain.<br > I tell her about the smoke and she says<br > Good， Lonnie， write that.<br > Not a whole lot of people be saying Good， Lonnie to me<br >"