Hometown
Hometown Hammond, Indiana is full of so many things, Like a field full of all kinds of flowers. Green grass and warm sunny weather during the spring, Feeling the nice breeze while walking down the street. But when winter hits,…
life/community
Chase Bailey Community The community is fake She is a bad person Terrible Full of hate Takes your heart out Like a rake As wild as a jungle You get hurt Out of Bad reasons You think of friends Then…
Growing Up On Wilcox Street
Growing up on Wilcox Street Was enjoyable. All the kids Played outside until the street Lights came on. If they stayed out any longer they were Going to be in BIG trouble. The mud felt slimy in my hands As…
Pop Doink Pop
Poetry is The light when I wake up in the morning!!! Poetry is something that i can read when…… Life gets boring!!! Poetry is the warm bubbles inside your bath!!! POP!<DOINK!<POP! Poetry dances with you when you are walking a…
things we teach
We teach the boys that they shouldn't cry. That they should be buff, that they should be tough. And that they should sleep with as many girls as possible. And that if they were homosexual it'd be way less acceptable…
Favorite Place
Favorite Place by Alicia Stewart. Poet Warrior. Orange & Yellow when I look at the sunset . Fresh air as I I walk down the street . I see huge houses on my left & my right. Fancy cars going up…
Danger In the City
Full of history, now it's a mystery How a place used to be so pretty, could now be full of misery Death from block to block, because of a deadly glock, irresponsibly use It is your decision too. How people…
Blame
Parts of the world are in agony But now it’s clear to me Our pride is so high that it’s taller than all the redwood trees Unlike our economy The stern face of burden is leering straight down at me…
Be me, Be proud
Be proud of my mistakes, I know I mess up. Be proud of me when I’m down, because I’m a queen with a crown. I know that I’m not perfect, I know I have my moods. I apologize to you…
What Will There Be Left?
What will there be left… When the air that we breathe slowly chokes us What will there be left… When the place we call home in OUR Hands What will there be left… If we as a human race, continue…
Black Sheep
Ba ba black sheep have you any faith? Why must you think so far ahead you’re only in the eighth? Ba ba black sheep why you are sometimes not at ease? You have a home, a family too, and an…
The Sparring Feels
When I’m in the square I detect the dare. With red rushing My cognition stops gushing. Toe Nails painted blue No one knows what I can do. I will shout When they drop their hand out. I desire to defeat…
Fajr
Me, my dad, and my sister are muslim Every morning we make a prayer at 5:15 called Fajr My dad interrupts my sleep by saying "Brotha it's time! Make wudu!" He does the same to my sister, and we go…
A Poem Is…
A poem is 4 walls in front of a mysterious mirror that makes you think you have the answer ... but now the answer means nothing since these walls caught you up with something Into a new dimension Into a…
We Can’t Relate
Born and Raised in Camden, but I was not “They used to got them one cent candies” She said that in the voice that she used to talk in, but they died with their old age, as she did not…
Camden
Blood Gone People Gone My city Gone Why is this happening? Why do they need violence here? Especially in Camden And other places too Why do we need to kill people? What did people do them? They didn't deserve it…
Grandfather
My Grandfather My grandfather is 67 Served in the Vietnam War When he was 8 years older than 11 Saw other soldiers dropping on the floor I like his nifty house But he lives a little far No sign of…
Who am I? By Nupur Shah
Who am I? I am a human, A mammal But most importantly... who am I? My family may be Indian, but am I Indian too? I was born HERE... in the United States. In one of these states, specifically... NEW…
New Language
When I was six years old I came to a new world, A scary world, I was a young Dominican girl walking around the Big Apple, In a place where the only word I knew was apple, Fast forward six…
Wander
My mind wanders, It sails through the sea of my imagination, As it wanders, I wander with it, My mind being the captain of the ship, Me standing, watching, Images of my imagination slightly blurred by it’s ocean prison, It…