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Tonight we began reading, Things I Have to Tell You: Poem and Writing by Teenage Girls edited by Betsy Franco. Two of the young women wrote about secrets. Elisha Branch wrote a poem about how our ancestors tried to change the world while many of us we sit by and do little good.

by Natalie Branch

My life is ruled by the weight of untold secrets.
I have them, you have them, we all have them.
My mom says all secrets are brought out eventually.
But it’s the ones we cannot imagine that scare me.
Past secrets, family secrets, future secrets.
What scares me most is you never know when
It’s gong to hit you or what it is.
You know the saying, “Every day you learn something new”?
Well, that’s true.
I could wake up tomorrow and find out my mom isn’t my mom or my dad isn’t my dad.
Don’t get me wrong.
There are good secrets and there are bad ones.
Secrets can either make you or break you,
but it’s up to you where those secrets are going to take you.

My Secrets
by Rachel Coney

I have a secret
That I’m afraid t…

Dear Mr. President

Tonight we listened to Pink's song, Dear Mr. President. The girls write their own letters and poems to President Bush.

Dear Mr. President
by Deanna Branch

War is an act of violence
Like killing each other makes us strong.
War is useless
Nothing follows in its tracks.
War is a remembrance
The rattles all placed on a map.
War is ignorance
People dying without a cause.
Peace sustains life
War ends life.
War is pain.
A son’s blood stains his mother’s tears.
Be the one to catch her tear drops.

Deanna Branch

Dear Mr. President
by Natalie Branch

Dear Mr. President, listen to me.
(Don’t talk. Just listen.)
This isn’t a song. It’s the truth.
Since your election, poverty rates went up.
Since your election, food stamps are harder to get.
Since you election, Reading Is Fundamental has been taken away.
Can you tell me why?
(Shut up.)
Why are we still in Iraq?
Why has gas and dairy product prices gone through the roof?
How many men and women must die for you to get it?
Do you even care?
(No you don’t.)
Once you’re g…