This post is a throwback to some poems Sayre’s 8th graders wrote about their pet peeves. After reading “Flexers” by Sabrina Y., students wrote their own poems about icks they have. Check out a few of them below:
The Ick
by Shamiya B.
I get the ick when I hear “Aye check it out”
I get the ick when I smell the stanky sewer
I get the ick when I smell boys must and Axe body spray
that gives me the biggest ick
and I hate it when they’re too loud boys,
just give me icks all the time
I get the ick when somebody thinks they can tell me what to do
sometime people just give me the ick with the things they do
The Ick
by Lakiyah P.
I get the ick when hearing loud sounds
they pound like a surround sound
My ears start to hurt
My anger gets worse
I isolate myself.
I sit and breathe on the shelf
I need to get out of here
This reminds me of that one thing I fear
I have bad PTSD
that’s why these noises hurt me
The loud crash of my past
“NO DON’T HURT HER”
that’s all I ask…
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by Jaslene L.
I’m a lover
not a hater
I’m not no jealous girl
you do you and Imma do me
So please don’t come around me
with that hating ish
