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Election Hopes and New Poems

When we met Monday night, the young people were giddy with excitement about the upcoming election. They were also worried. Would Obama be elected only to be assassinated? Could change really happen? I am looking forward to hearing what the young people have to say next Monday, now that history has been made. I plan to share with them the following quotes, sent to me by friends.

A statement that shows how far we've come: 
The first 26 Presidents could have OWNED the 44th. 

And a poem of hope:
Rosa sat so Martin could march.
Martin marched so Barack could run.
Barack ran so our children can fly.

And now onto this week's poems. 

I AM
by Lorzerrick Sheridan-King

I am cool.
I am hot chocolate.
I am think.
I am peaceful.
I am playful.
I am entertaining.
I am good.
I am good-hearted.
I am talented.
I am a child of God.
I am a boy that has more than ten brothers.


I AM
by Isaiah Dixon, age 11

I am bald-headed
 tall for my age
    chocolate caramel
 brown-eyed.

I am loving
 obedient
 peaceful
 talented.

I am a son
 a brother
 an uncle
 a cousin.

I am Isaiah.


I AM
by Terena Dixon

I am black
 beautiful
 thick
 tall.

I am intelligent
 funny
 goofy
 talkative.

I am a child
 young adult
 daughter
 female.

I am Terena.


Peace Poem
by Terena Dixon

Instead of hate, you could love.
Peace is when you
keep cool.
Peace is when there is
no violence.
Peace is when we
get along.

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