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I AM

I am not a drug addict who spends her spare time smoking pakalolo that smells like death and being dizzy.

I am not a desperate teen mother wondering everyday do I have enough money? how will I feed my baby? feeling sad.

I am a daughter who is loved and cared with hugs soft as a cloud everyday by family who I know will risk what they have for me.

I am a proud student not perfect not bad but just right with the taste of sweet success on every A.

I am like a potluck with many tastes and cultures like grandma Julie’s Laulau hearty and filling and like my aunty Helen’s gandule rice sometimes spicy sometimes mellow these are both like me I can be something everyone can love.

I am not a criminal who runs and hides from the demanding law.

I am not GOD my lord and savior I cannot part the seas or heal the sick.

I am Acacia Trusdell not her not him I AM ME!

--Acacia Trusdell

My poem titled I AM talks about what I am and what I’m not, like I am a loved daughter but not a drug addict. My favorite part was when I said I was like a potluck and used a simile to describe myself. In this poem I used similes and repetition for rhythm. What makes this piece worth reading is I think it can inspire people to think more about what they have and to cherish that so they don’t become something bad like a criminal or teen mother.

Moloka’I fair

People screaming loud as they can shouting making it harder to hear

Smells filling the air taunting us to eat aroma of the hot dogs loco moco and cotton candy being made!

Taste of candy melting in my mouth smoke meat that tender chewing

I touch oily handlebars, greasy food, slimy goo, cold pennies.

I see people laughing and having fun giving each other High fives.

--Shondie Sakurada

I titled this piece “Molokai fair” because, I used to live on Molokai for most of my life and my favorite part of Molokai was the fair there would be more games than food places and then we would stay all night. That is why this title “Molokai fair” is my title.