I Am From
Robert John Hansen
JHS 189Q
I am from the jerk chicken in my fridge,
From my Nike Air Force 1's
and from my Craig Jordan jeans.
I am from the ghetto,
The feeling of depression
I am from the mud beneath my shoes,
I am from the tree that stands alone
in a concrete jungle.
I am from anger and shyness
From the quiet old man
and to the raging old lady.
I am from biting my nails
and chewing my lips
And from an argument over nothing.
I am from lies and betrayal
And "Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are"
from Grandpa's chapped lips.
I am from Bob Marley's reggae music.
I am from Jamaica, Queens and Chinese, Cuban and Jamaican blood.
Rum cake and curry chicken.
From late night robberies
Where they climb through your window just for a buck.
Where we don't smile.
Living under my bed with dark souls that don't come out,
Blood from my family's past on my white walls,
And my heart ripped from my chest
By the one I love.
True or False
Marion Galvez
St. Joan of Arc
When the world seems to be bound by lies
The truth seems overrated.
When the world's foundation was built upon truth
The pieces fell apart.
Hate grew.
Doubt prospered.
Have you looked in a mirror lately?
Your life was bound by lies.
The truth was and is an extremity.
The truth dissolves by day
And lies creep in.
Into your life.
Did you realize it yet?
Earth Song
Christian Lucas
Robert E. Peary, PS75Q
This, my earth song.
When the trees
grow
really long and
strong
they glow beautiful
like the stars
in the sky.
They are really
high
in the air
like
the clouds.
And the beautiful
sound in the air
from the birds
nice and fair.
We all love
the warm sun
like
a hug from your
beautiful mom.
Recipe for Liberty and Justice
Jason Clarke
Robert E. Peary, PS75Q
Cut 2 slices of Liberty
Add some Justice
Coat with ice crystals
Water with Respect
Pop in the heater
Take it out
Mix until crispy
With pearl pixies
Stir with Freedom
Cut with Statue of Liberty pieces
Heat it up
Put it over Hawaiian Lava
and serve to NEW YORK CITY.
Untitled
Morgan Geraghty
P.S. 122
A rose because I love you
I really truly do.
So let me shine
And hide the clouds
That I found out killed you.
Winter's Eve
Jesika Islam
PS 122
The Wind whispered in my Ear.
The Sun kissed My Cheeks.
The Rain slid off my Hair.
But the Snow awakened me.
Seasons passed by as I was asleep.
But that one day came in Winter's Eve.
The snow fell on the city.
Covering it like a white blanket.
When I stepped outside.
The Wind rushed to me.
The city lights twinkled
on the white floor,
The snow fell.
Then I realized.
There will be times where life is cold.
And times when life is sweet.
The snow awakened me that
one Winter's Eve.
Trees
Sofia Valbuena
Our Lady of Fatima
So tall, so long, so big,
So brown, so green, so old,
Among things that live so long,
A trees life is always prolonged,
If only one could be a tree,
You would see things no human today has seen,
When cut down its life ends,
But leaves its mark,
A series of rings in its bark,
Always to stay,
Always seen.
Taking Back Your Soul
Julian E. Cortez
St. Joan of Arc
Silently, the nocturne plays.
It's melancholy notes muffled,
By the shroud of darkness,
Which envelopes the truth.
You creep onwards;
Your step as loud as your raging heartbeat.
This may be the night.
The night when the night's eternal nocturne,
Escapes the perpetual darkness of the obsessive shadows.
But no.
Once again, you have failed.
Like a frog in a well attempting to escape,
This will not be the last time you attempt to steal,
What is yours.
The night's eternal nocturne,
That continues to play,
Even when you're not aware of it.
The nocturne that will cease to play,
If exposed to the light of day.
The nocturne that hides the disgusting truth,
With darkness.
You learn to listen to the nocturne, thief,
To discover the truths about yourself,
The disgusting, horrid truths,
That would break you, if you knew.
But foolish, thief,
This is a feat,
That cannot be achieved.
Because how could anyone,
Steal from themselves?
Heaven
Tatyana Solis
IS 230
Everyday
And every night
There are people who take flight.
So through the air,
You can't see them but you can feel them.
And they say life's unfair.
Because, everyday
And every night
There are people who take flight
We don't know where,
But we know how.
One day everyone will meet again.
Simply-Life
Annalise Armenta
M.S. 225Q
Life is like a river,
the flowing never ends.
There are easy tides, and
strong tides too
and rocks with pointy ends.
Life is like a clock,
tick tock, the moments pass you by.
It spins a daily cycle
Yet it only goes until it's
time comes to a final end.
Life is like the wind,
you never know where you
are blown...
Though you can change
directions very quickly if that's
what you want!