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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.
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