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Dragon Voices - A Group Poem written by Dragon Girls 3

 Dragon Voices by Kaibrey, Bhumika, Halaya, Sunisha, Anna, Norah, and Carmen Our Dragon Voices  echo across the world Hear us - Loud as a Hurricane Our Voice is Girl Power beautiful and brave powerful strong and smart rising over the crowd Our Storm Voices are an orchestra bold as trumpets peaceful as butterflies We will keep the Earth Clean and safe Dragon Girls are happy We don't want to see you frown Everyone in the crowd will be shaken by our Dragon Voices loud as lions fierce as panthers We don't care if we get pushed down We will always stand out even if some do not like it We are no sweet honey You might be a crispy fry when we are done with you Girls are the best We don't take rest We will tell the haters "Back Off," and if they don't We will stomp on them with our big Dragon Feet We stick together Proud Forever We are Dragons Do not ignore us We can beat you or we can save you

I'm Not - by Kaibrey

 I'm Not Princess Pretty Silver Gloss Hiding Behind some Uptight No Good Sassy Mask I'm A Fierce Strong Courageous       Athlete Not Caring What  Others Have Going on in their         Odd No Use to Me      Heads Because I'm Free to Do      What I Please

Call Me ... by Kaibrey

 Call  Me Pencil Sketching Papers Flipping  Mind Boggling Eraser Wipeout Call Me A Writer Call Me Run Run run Sweat Dripping  Grass Flying  Nets Swooshing Balls Speeding Buzzer Call Me an Athlete

My Inner Dragon - by Sunisha

My inner dragon should be nice as the full moon. It should have a white diamond as big as the size of my heart. It should have fierce eyes as sharp as eagles, wide wings and a heavy long tail. With a crown that is white, grey, galaxy, like the color of the night sky. My dragon shall sit on the moon, looking out for evil and protecting the good. It should be calm, patient, in and out.

Call Me ---- by Bhumika

 When the clouds cry, call me Monsoon. When the sun smiles, call me Rise When the cold glitter falls, call me Icicle. When the leaves fall, call me Autumn. When the flowers grow, call me Dew.

Beauty - by Bhumika

 Beauty is not a girl with sun kissed skin and glossy black hair and small feet. Beauty is inside, hiding behind corners and shadows. The ugliest person can be full of beauty and the must beautiful person can be ugly. Beauty cannot be seen by your eyes. You have to find it within.