Skip to main content

Writing in Autumn

Tonight we met some new Dream Keepers.  How fun! They are students at the Young Leaders Academy. They wrote I AM poems and Urban Haiku poems. One of our founding members was also present, working on a scholarship application. Sitting in a bright, big room in the library, looking out the window to take in the leaves—it was a perfect afternoon. Enjoy!

I Am
by Daquan May, age 10

I am tall, caramel, handsome, skinny.
I am smart, goofy, playful, me.
I am a gymnast.
I play basketball.
I jump around.
I read books.
I am a son, brother, worker, player.
I am 10-years-old. 
I am Daquan.


Money
by Daquan May

In my pocket I have
a lot of green.
Money is not the most important.
part of me.


I Am
by Davonn May, age 13

I am tall, handsome, smart, funny.
I am dark chocolate.
I am fast.
I play basketball, football, baseball, and swim.
I am Davonn May.

I am a son, a brother, a cousin, an uncle.
I study. I do my work. I love school. I have good grades.
I go to church. I read the Bible. I am a son of God.
I am Davonn May.


Fall
by Davonn May

Leaves falling off the tree
Birds staring; looking at me.
The season changes, it gets cold
Back to the basic, the same old...


I Am 
by Tierra N. May, age 13

I am skinny, tall, chocolate, pretty.
I am funny, smart, goofy, me.
I am basketball player, runner, talker, bike rider.
I am daughter, sister, friend, kid.
I am Tierra N. May.


Fall
by Tierra N. May

Out of the seasons that change
leaves are beautiful
but all the same.


I Am
by Leroi May, age 12

I am short, funny, handsome, skinny.
I am funny, goofy, smart, me.
I am a basketball player, football player, runner, baseball player.
I am a brother, friend, kid.
I am Leroi May.


Leaves
by Leroi May

Leaves turning different colors
Bird flying over me.
People staring; I'm jumping in the leaves.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Six-word Scary Stories

We've done six-word memoirs. Tonight the Dream Keepers wrote six-word scary stories. Read and enjoy! (Then write and submit your own in the comment field!) A vampire destroys the city with power. —Tramonta Garner (pictured above) One virus. One town. No survivors. —Jaimee Bogard-LaMar, 14 One girl. Many monsters. What's next? —Jaimee Bogard-LaMar, 14 Big zombie eats eyeballs. City blind. —Elisha Branch, 14 One house. One family. Both gone. —Elisha Branch, 14 Knock, knock. Who's there? Killer mysterious. —Derranesha, 12 Baby cries. No answer. What happens? —Derranesha, 12 Ring, ring. "Hello." Please help me. —April, 12 The spooky monster ran towards me ... —Sonya, 17 The worm crawls into the brain. —Sierra The slippery, slimy monster grabs two. —Quintoya Eskridge
Post a Comment
Read more

On Beauty

Last night we read poems and essays about beauty in the book edited by Iris Jacob called, My Sister's Voices: Teenage Girls of Color Speak Out. The girls wrote poems in response.  Standards of Beauty by Natalie Branch I’m that girl who never fits in. I’m not fat nor am I thin. I’m an African American with light skin. When I walk out the house, I’m full of curiosity— Not knowing what others will think of me. Some may be jealous, others furious. Me, I’m just curious. My confidence isn’t low; it’s not high either. My emotions are building up—like a deadly fever. People like me because of who I am. People hate me because I’m not like them. Sometimes I ask myself: should I stay the same, or become someone else? That’s something you will never again hear me say. People say change, but I stay the same. I am me, and I was born this way. And this is how I will stay. Yo! I’m sayin’! by Deanna Branch Q: Why you wear yo’ hair like that? Yo! I’m sayin, My hairstyle reflects my personality. When...
Post a Comment
Read more

Writing to Protest

Last Monday we listened to protest music and wrote our own versions of protest poems. Two of the teens finished poems to share with you. Both poets write from another point of view. The first poet takes on the challenge of revealing one's true self. The second poet takes on the traditional values for women. After you read these poems, think about this: what do you want to protest? Write it down. Take A Look by Aliza Mendoza, age 16 Who am I? When you look at me what do you see? Shy and quiet girl. Would you believe me when I say It's just a show. Should I tell you my story to make you understand. Should I shed this pretense and show you who I really am. Should I let the tears fall to show how much it hurts. Should I pull up my shirt for the scars to appear. Should I cut myself just to prove I'm still here. Look at me now. Who am I? Let me know, so I can prove you wrong. It's not me you see but someone else, totally different. Can I touch your arm and you can feel my ski...
Post a Comment
Read more