My Mind is full  of worried thoughts as  I listen to the loud explosions of bombs destroying the city. As the buildings crash down and the windows smash.

I see people scared as they run to escape  the falling buildings and soldiers marching  loudly shooting their weapons.

My nose is filled with smoke and dust from the fire as the building continue to be destroyed. I can hear and see  families crying all around me. They seem to be running for their lives. There are  people that are injured and stumbling.

When I look back I see everyone  filled with sadness. I close my eyes and feel the blinding sight of  black, while hearing the sound of  a gun shooting. 

 

As the  soldiers burn my house down I snatch for my gold cross that my auntie gave me. A precious gift all the way from Dubai, the gift that makes  me feel calm and no longer on my own.

Euphrasie Barbier was born in Cean, Normandy, France on January 4 1829.
Euphrasie Barbier helped the marginalized women and children. She was very supportive and dedicated to ensuring that they were educated. Euphrasie Barbier was courageous and confident to be able to stand up for women and children during the early 1900s.

“Wow, this place is frizzy but also soft. It makes me scared because it’s like a forest, jet black and riotous with curly tendrils”.

My thought of my mind, My personality of kind.                                       

My acoustic guitar, My Bright night star.

My beautiful Mother, My bright colour.

My style each day, My sisters way.

My love for the wind, My beautiful faces grind.

My riding bike, My finding mic.

My sense of hearing, My friends are nearing.

My attitude and flair, My beautiful thick hair.

My beautiful dream, My big blueberry  ice cream,

My love to play and sing, My round black ring.

My tomboy personality, My Volleyball abilities.