By Lauren Schweitzer
Stronger, stronger, voices can get.
Mad, exhausted, I run
to my room in a flurry.
I hide, my sister seeks.
She gets mad. I get mad.
She regrets it, I get sad.
She sticks a note under my door
and two minutes later
no one can even remember
what happened.
Lauren Schweitzer is an emerging poet who wrote this poem in 4th grade.