Confessions in Rhyme Poems By: Ifayemi Willson L.A. #201 October 27, 1997 Colors Charlotte mixing in with the sailors, is like a drop of gold paint in a bucket of gray paint. Under all the pressure she must feel faint. No other drops of gold paint to accompany her. Only a fraud. Gold on the outside, but hateful clear on the inside. A fraud, trying to be a good captain, but less than the sailors. Since the …showed first 75 words of 1844 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1844 total…to his own hand.” Or, “Imagine him lumbering as he moves. I imagine his growl filling the wind.” Alas, the third time I thought it could be a man or bear and that the poet wanted to demonstrate the similarities in both. WORKS CITED 1. Avi (1990). The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. New York: Avon Books. 2. Peacock, M. (1989).Take Heart. New York: Random House. 3. Clifton, L. (1993). The Book of Light. Port Townsend, Washington: Cooper Canyon Press.