Persona, 6th grade

We read "Jorge the Church Janitor Finally Quits" by Martin Espada, and discussed how Espada spoke in the persona of a janitor who has been dehumanized by his work, and has privately made the decision to quit his job. This poem is written in an accessible voice, but is deceptively simple: it is riddled with sophisticated metaphors and poetic language, which the students had no trouble digging out. We then tried our hand at writing persona poems, focusing on adults with jobs.

Mrs. Hernandez, Rm. 109, 6th grade

Mr. Henry
Vanessa A.

No one ever
talks to me,
ever since I
got a new partner.
I must be invisible
like the cold white walls.
No one knows my name
like they've forgotten all
of a sudden.
My friends are
no longer my friends.
I sometimes wonder
why I chose them.
Could this have been
my passion?
Was this my first choice?


Doctor Josue
Adalberto S.

Every day
saying, "Help me."
Studying, never
finishing school.
Disease spreads
more faster
than you finsih
discovering the
cure.
Being the worst
student in class
not smart, not
cool, just me.


My Day
Daisy A.

I was a substitute and now
I'm a teacher.
It's my first day, I carry books,
eat breakfast, and study my
lesson plans.
Many unknown children enter
screaming and shouting like
a zoo where animals are not
controlled.
I say Stop and Stop and they stop.
I was five when my teacher was my
boss, now I'm 30 and I'm the
boss.

Persona, 7th grade

Here are the 7th-graders' responses to "Jorge the Church Janitor Finally Quits" by Martin Espada. I was most impressed by the insight and compassion that they felt, and the humor that many of them employed to portray their various...employees. Andy's poem in particular blew my mind...take a look! So internal, so cerebral! They were amazing, and they had a good time with this one.


Mrs Jamen, Rm. 207, 7th grade

the day
he lost
it
Andy M.

Who is he?
Who am I?
Who are we?
All who say
he I we
will wish they
don’t. I lost it
I lost it. My
boss comes
in Get to work
he, I, we, which one
I ask What
do you mean?
I am 3 people
or more I say
I am he I am
I and we are
we. Well that
makes sense he
says nothing makes
sense anymore


Miguel the Street Cleaner
Charles H.

No one knows
the importance
of my job,
I am the best
street cleaner.
I clean the
streets with the greatest of
ease.
Except when your
car is parked on the street.
Some days I just want
to run over those cars
like a monster truck.
Can’t they read the
sign.
Without me the
streets would be
dirty.
Maybe I should
quit and the
streets will clean
themselves and I
will become a monster truck driver.


Roberto the Paletero
Pamela H.

Another day out of church,
waiting for people to come out.
I have all kinds of flavors:
strawberry, lemon,
mango, coconut, yum!
Oh, finally, the people come out!
My first day on the job.
What fun!
Oh, man, what happened, the police
is here.
They come on their bikes towards me.
“Sir, do you have your license?”
“Umm, no sir, I don’t.”
“I’m afraid I have to give you a
ticket for $50.”
Man, they must think I’m some
poor Mexican.
Like a man on the street.


Vet Put to Sleep
Myriam L.

Day after day
people bring in
their big,
small,
noisy,
quiet,
fat,
skinny,
hairy,
bald
animals,
and every day I
whine,
groan,
sneeze,
cough,
cry,
talk, and…
check animals.
And one day…
I got tired of
big,
small,
noisy,
quiet,
fat,
skinny,
hairy,
bald
animals.
So…
one day,
I put my job to sleep.


Mr. Czoski, Rm. 209, 7th grade


They ask me, what
I did wrong.
I write their name.
Alejandra R.

They ask me, but I
don’t respond.
They should know.
They think I’m the master
but they should go with the law.
My name may be wrong
but I will respond
I will stop you
for a crime
for a death
or whatever is against the law.
My life and my family miss
me but I have to go
against the violence
and crime to save them
and you. It’s my first day.
Let’s get
started
now!


Garbage Man
Jacob L.

No one
knows my
name.
I am from
a foreign
land.
I do
what
no one
does:
I collect
your garbage,
give it to
the land
fill.
No one
says
thank you
so,
you’re
welcome.


Burger King
Michelle A.

How I feel!
Wow, cleaning tables,
taking out trash,
taking your order.
Oh, my God, lady, cheeseburger
without cheese? Lady, you crazy.
Wow, Burger King, let’s quit.


Mrs. Harris, Rm. 210, 7th grade

Unknown Name of Nothingness
Dalia C.

No one knows
my name.
They call me Ms. Applebottom.
It’s like if my name has
no meaning.
For one, I am married,
which changes my name to “Mrs.”
I have nothing to do with
apples or bottoms.
Once I enter the teachers’
lounge, I am
in peace,
not minding what the
principal is gossiping about.
Lunch is over and
my room is filled with mad dogs
and lions that are still waiting
for meat to chew upon.
There is an apple on
my paper-filled desk.
Red and shiny.
That is, Ms. Applebottom’s apple.


Colin the Stockboy
?

Nobody cares.
I am just a
stockboy at Target.
I am not even a
boy, I am 32 years old.
I am just the lonely
stockboy who never gets
asked questions.
I miss my country of Canada
and the hockey.
I think there is a hockey
game from my childhood
in each box.
My boss just yells
about the boxes being on
the wrong shelf.
I don’t even think
they know my name.
But who cares,
I know I am smart
but I just don’t apply
myself. I work so hard as a stockboy.
My life is getting
worse because now
I am fired.


Untitled
Christy Z.

Everybody screams it.
You’ll choke on it.
I press the button and I’m done.
Daddy just bought me a brand new
Benz.
I hate you first.
You’ll see me through the magnetized
lens.
You’ll only see what she said.
Don’t bother word on the block matters
most.
The boy I want won’t climb the higher
branches; he’s scared of falling.
The pictures you see were taken by
black and white mouth.
My film ran out.


Mrs. Bourret, Rm. 208, 7th grade

Not Because of the Color of My Skin
Anissa V.

Should I catch it,
or should I not.
I'm black--
that's the color of my skin--
I'm Latino--
that's who I am.
They expect me to.
Why, I ask?
Oh, because I'm black and supposedly
powerful.
I know I can.
I'll catch it because that's how
good I am,
not because of the color of
my skin.
Out!


Marilyn the Mom with Many Careers
Melissa C.

No one asks me if I'm doing good.
They ask for favors I should do.
No "I love you," just "Mom I
need your help."
I'm a banker who gives out
free money almost each day.
I'm a doctor who doesn't even
have a diagnosis.
I want to fix this mess!
I'm a taxi driver always
going here and there.
The house's darkness is
taking over my body taking
me away to the underworld.

"I Remember", collaboration, 6th grade

I've been wanting to have the kids work collaboratively for a while, but after working individually for so long, I wasn't sure how they would respond. They rose to the challenge admirably. I gave them a time limit and their "I Remember" litanies from before, and they turned out beautiful work.


Mrs. Hernandez, Rm. 109, 6th grade

Our Rememberings
Daisy, Vanessa, Alex, Joey

I remember when the snow
came and it was so icy
cold.
I remember when I started
school.
I remember that I got in
a fight in school.
I remember when I got in
trouble.
I remember my best test
grade.
I remember when I got
out of school.
I remember when I fell
and broke my tooth.
I remember when the waves
were so strong and scary.
I just Remember.


I Remember
Miguel G., Chris R., Miguel A., Cesar L.

I remember my friend when I was one year old.

I remember a dancing monkey in my car.

I remember the drunken fans.

I remember when I was short.

I remember eating 14 sugar cookies in a row.

I remember my weird teacher.

I remember the train ride.

I remember when my parents would
argue while I played with my car.

I remember falling off a horse.


Remembering
Christian H., Miguel C., Andres F.

I remember running around naked
when I was a baby.

I remember getting punished for
running naked.

I remember changing the dirty
diaper.

I remember eating Gerber.

I remember crying, screaming, yelling,
and kicking.

I remember getting ready for my first
day of school.

I remember pulling hair.

I remember when I met Mickey Mouse.

I remember my first detention.

I remember the first few friends
I made.

I remember the first time I burped.

I remember the first time I was scared.

I remember we finished our poem.


I Remember
Paola, Monse, Jailene, Jocelyn, Lizzet

I remember when
my mind was
sent free
creativity flowing
around my find
listening to me
not to someone else
creating something
new no one else could
think of
finding me
self surrounded
by ideas
looking at
them thinking
them twice
I remember
my mind never
getting locked

I remember

I remember when
my mind was sent
free
I remember a hand
popping out of a bird
I remember looking
at a lonely girl
sitting by herself
I remember my
soul being taken
away
I remember my
dreams falling down
I remember my
dreams coming back

"I Remember:" Litany, 6th grade

The writer Joe Brainard created a book-length poem of lines that all start with the phrase "I remember." We read a selection and talked about his use of concrete image and how it conveyed the particular time he grew up in. I asked them to try their own "I remember" poems, writing in a free style, starting each new line with "I remember," and writing without stopping during the time set.


Mrs. Hernandez, Rm. 109, 6th grade

Remember
?

I remember my
Grandpa's voice
and his face,
telling the story of
God, laying there
day by day smiling
and saying hi to
my friends who
come and play.
I wish to see
him again one
more time, hear
his voice and face.
I wish


I Remember
Chris R.

I remember when I started to see dead people.
I remember when my brother got killed.
I remember a house with lights.
I remember a dancing monkey on my car.
I remember a talking book telling me what to do.
I remember getting Fs on my report card.
I remember my teacher talking about aliens.
I remember when my friend broke my back window.
I remember when I saw an elephant driving a motorcycle.
I remember when I got in trouble.
I remember some boy getting kicked in the face by a horse.


I Remember
Yaneliz R.

I remember dancing while people watched me.
I remember walking and a truck hitting me on my side.
I remember running because I was playing ding dong ditch.
I remember two bulldogs in back of me and I was on my bike crashing into a tree.
I remember running around the park with my uncle.
I remember moving into a new house.
I remember coming to my new school and not knowing anyone.
I remember walking to my house and being scared.

"I Remember..." - 7th Grade

We read an excerpt of Joe Brainard's book-length poem, "I Remenber," and interpreted and discussed the memories a bit. We then played a free-association word game, and wrote our own "I Remember" pieces.

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Mrs. Jamen, Rm. 207, 7th grade

I remember
Andy M.

I remember the taxi falling in the sewer.
I remember monkeys throwing poo.
I remember falling on my head.
I remember hitting the wasps’ nest and running.
I remember a canal of strong water.
I remember the pirated pirates.
I remember oil rigs in Texas.
I remember seeing a crow.
I remember seeing everything.
I remember flying.
I remember being out as late as you can.
I remember endless railroad tracks.
I remember oranges on my head.
I remember clowns dressed as political figures.
I remember Bush being a good President.
I remember the black clouds.
I remember going down a slide.
I remember jumping off stairs.
I remember the girl who fell out the window and died.
I remember all.
I remember hiding in my basement.
I remember carne asada con tocino.
I remember burning my tongue.
I remember masked wrestlers.
I remember the seven deadly sins.
I remember seeing a flash and everything going dark.
I remember lighting a firework through a guy’s window.
I remember going in the pool and coming out on a kids’ toy thing.
I remember circular spirals.
I remember Kunai.
I remember the iphone.
I remember Mad TV.
I remember shopping carts.


I remember
Myriam L.

I remember when I took swimming classes, thinking I would drown.
I remember when my friend ate cardboard.
I remember me and my cousin playing with bugs in Mexico.
I remember when all 12 goldfish committed suicide (no lid).
I remember when I sprayed my sister with steaming hot water.
I remember Max.
I remember my parents arguing.
I remember when my baby monkey (brother) was born.
I remember one day there was a really bad storm, but right after it smelled wonderful.
I remember pushing my sister into the rose bush.
I remember meeting my best friend.
I remember riding with my dad in his new red beauty. My hair rushing in the wind.
I remember getting my hair permed; it was horrible, and cold.
I remember strumming my guitar for the first time.


I remember
Jesus T.

I remember the park I used to go to when I was little.
I remember when my mom got mad because I jumped on the bed with muddy shoes.
I remember when my dad was washing the car and then I bee stung me.
I remember my shoes that played a song and then made me cry.
I remember when If first got beat up in school.
I remember the first time that my mom farted.
I remember the first time I ate ravioli with bread.
I remember when I got two bags full of candy on Halloween.
I remember the first time I had a fight with my friends.
I remember when I first came to this school.



Mr. Czoski, Rm. 209, 7th grade

I remember
Michael S.

I remember the time I first used a computer.
I remember the first time I got a necklace.
I remember the time I started it right.
I remember the first time I wrote a journal.
I remember the first time I wrote a paragraph.
I remember when I had my first girl.
I remember the first time I got into a fight.
I remember that one time I was laughing so hard my face turned red.
I remember the time we worked on the 5 kingdoms.
I remember the first time I got a bracelet.
I remember the time I got in big trouble by the school.
I remember the first time I got my first game system.


I remember
Lilbeth U.

I remember my dad leaving.
I remember my sister being born.
I remember crying myself to sleep.
I remember the pain that my mom went through.
I remember being lost.
I remember candy.
I remember my best friend.
I remember the first place they took me when I was born.
I remember going to 4th grade.
I remember being afraid of clowns.
I remember all the pain I went through.
I remember seeing my brother wake up at night crying over my dad.
I remember how bad people used to treat me.
I remember crying in my room over the things that bullies used to tell me.
I remember the first time my dad gave me a kiss.
I remember the first time my dad cried.
I remember seeing them argue!
I remember trying to forget everything that was going on.
I remember holding my li’l sister.
I remember crying over my grandparents not liking me.
I remember being loved for the first time.
I remember being born.
I remember falling from the tree.
I remember missing my friends.
I remember looking at the full moon.
I remember taking care of my li’l sister for the first time.
I remember trying to hide my feelings with a smile.


I remember
Marco M.

I remember falling, and getting a scar.
I remember being in an airport.
I remember feeling the Force was not with me.
I remember losing my PSP.
I remember how I could never play soccer.
I remember falling and getting up again.
I remember to be the man, you have to beat the man.
I remember being in a car with an alcoholic driving.
I remember wasting my money on nothing.
I remember emergency rooms and my parents crying.
I remember feeling as if it died because of me.
I remember getting Linkin Park tickets.
I remember thinking if money is everything.
I remember when I was little.
I remember the first time I walked in the school.
I remember trying, but not trying harder.
I remember being alone at night, scared.
I remember them thinking I was in a gang.
I remember walking with fear.
I remember feeling stupid.
I remember feeling hate.
I remember hearing my favorite song.
I remember hearing it and being so calm.
I remember not wanting to go away.
I remember how fast life is.
I remember remembering.



Mrs. Harris, Rm. 210, 7th grade

I remember
Daniela M.

I remember strawberries.
I remember eating my best friend’s cake.
I remember when the clouds were blocking the sun so I couldn’t wake up in the morning.
I remember coughing on my pillow.
I remember my basement covered with bubbles.
I remember listening to music while I was doing my homework.
I remember sitting on the roof eating hotchips.
I remember playing cards when it was cold.
I remember watching a movie when it was raining.
I remember getting yelled at by Mrs. Harris to put my legs in.
I remember drinking Sunny D while watching people dance.
I remember falling in front of hector—we laughed for hours.
I remember my mom telling me that my real dad doesn’t want me.
I remember laughing so hard my knees became weak.
I remember having a party in the alley.
I remember talking to my mom about her day.
I remember my dad yelling at my older sister to do her chores.
I remember crying on my birthday because my brother’s blood went on my white flower dress.
I remember drowning in the pool when I was young.
I remember making cake with my little brother.
I remember me crying because my brother left.


I remember
Jose A.

I remember it was winter and I woke up at 7 a.m. and went outside and pretended to smoke.
I remember I was 8 and I was riding my bike then fell but laughed.
I remember getting lost at K-Mart.
I remember I was watching a scary movie and never got to see the beginning.
I remember being little playing soccer in my backyard everyday rain or shine.
I remember breaking my back window and blaming it on my sister.
I remember playing wrestling at home and nearly falling off the bed.
I remember sliding off a slide for the first time.
I remember swinging on a swing for the first time.
I remember going to my first soccer game watching my favorite players from my favorite team.
I remember watching the news on 9/11 when I was young. I was at my aunt’s house in my cousin’s room.
I remember watching my favorite cartoons and recording them and watching them over and over.
I remember the first time my mom put something on the fridge. It was my drawing of me from preschool.


I remember
Dalia C.

I remember sitting on a counselor’s chair without asking.
I remember eating my sister’s big cookie and throwing up at night.
I remember calling my dad two years later and him not picking up.
I remember how my 12th birthday was a disaster.
I remember the day I moved to Chicago. I knew no one.
I remember the first day that I had a MySpace account.
I remember when my best friend Chris finally called me again after so long.
I remember when I first saw my mom cry. She was being deported, but is now a resident.
I remember writing the first line of my “I remember” poem.
I remember when my mom found out. She doesn’t trust me anymore.
I remember when I kept getting detentions for not attending my previous ones.
I remember when my older sister came out of the closet. I didn’t care at all.
I remember when my step dad wanted to kick me and Jasmine out of the house at midnight. It was pouring rain.
I remember the last time I saw my father.



Mrs. Bourret, Rm. 208, 7th grade

I remember
Rafael S.

I remember a cat looking for food.
I remember my grandpa when he went to Mexico.
I remember my dad when he went to New York.
I remember my dog when he ran away.
Remember my sister.
I remember my mother when she was in the hospital.
I remember my brother when he was in the hospital.
I remember my teacher.
I remember my dog.


I remember
Virginia A.

I remember the day in school.
I remember my 13th birthday.
I remember my mom in the pool swimming.
I remember my head in the sun.
I remember I fell asleep in my house.
I remember a flag going to the sky.
I remember the first time I left my father.
I remember the green tree.


I remember
Chris S.

I remember the first time I saw my dad.
I remember the first day of Easter.
I remember the first day of my favorite life.
I remember when I moved to the South Side.
I remember when I made friends.
I remember the first time I came to Lee School.
I remember when I first saw a movie.
I remember the first time I got a new bike.
I remember my aunt had her first pool party.
I remember the first birthday of mine.
I remember my first hockey practice.
I remember my first basketball game.
I remember my first time I saw a basketball.
I remember I saw a basketball game.
I remember my first trip to Orlando, or Magic Kingdom.
I remember my second trip to Puerto Rico.
I remember the first time I made friends with Mrs. Bourret and my teachers.

My Words, 6th grade

In "My Poems" by Nita Penfold, the speaker describes her poems as mischievous women who tell her secrets, who are "not polite ladies." She says, "I like their red-rough hands." This poem provides ready lessons in metaphor, personification, and image, plus it's short! And by this point, I knew that many of the students had begun to identify as poets and nearly all had a large enough body of work that they could speak with some confidence about what their poems are like. Penfold's poem also "wraps" the title into the poem--uses the title as the first line--and I asked them to try that, while writing a piece about what their poems are like (or their words, as an alternative). Their responses were extraordinarily playful; they owned this one.


Mrs. Hernandez, Rm. 109, 6th grade

My Poems
Daisy A.

Heart
My poems touch my heart
with phrases and words
and when the politeness occurs
and the mood and the tone
so much to say but too little
to speak.

My poem says
classmates are cool
who talk and talk
but not too much. Some
who play sports
and some who
draw. They help others
that's why they're so cool.

My poems say
Vanessa is nice
She makes me giggle
and laugh.
When I need help
she helps me. Ooh
Vanessa what would
we do without you.


My Poems
Paola Monse A.

People say to me, "Que pasa contigo"
with happy mouths
I hate it when people tell me that
will still be sad
sad moods on my computer
keep a secret to myself
have to run away from the darkness
go to the light
you always say no to everything I say
but you'll always be in my head to stay


My Poems
Lizzet B.

are like clouds that fade away
they run free
and help me understand.
I forget and they remember.
They are calm and peaceful
but can be mean.
They are mine and only mine.


My Words
Adalberto S.

come to me like a fierce
tordado blowing with
no meaning for life
Will destroy anything
in mind to be concentrated.
They just blow up
burdting out my secret
without reason
So please tornado control
my mind


My Poems
Jacqueline S.

They are like the
clouds going away,
and coming back.
When they come they
go, when they go they
come. Clouds, clouds,
please come back and
stay, you make me
laugh out loud.
Please please come back!


My Poems
Vanessa A.

come to me with a twist
with loud meaning
they are all over my paper
will be silly all around
they run through my paper
like little kids
I like how they sound
they make me so happy
I want to cry
they way they take
words right out of your mouth
can't stop crying
until the night when they are fast asleep

"My Poems" - 7th Grade

After reading Nita Penfold's "My Poem,"--in which she describes her poems as "not polite ladies," who "won't sit still"--we discussed Penfold's method of describing her poems as people with their own will. We also talked about her use of the title as also the first line of the poem. I then asked them to write their own poems, "My Poems," or alternately, "My Words" (which could extend into other areas of language). These entertaining poems resulted; I felt like they were integrating a lot of the various imagery and tools we've experimented with this year.

Mrs. Jamen, Rm. 207, 7th grade

Mi poema
Daniela G.

Yo platico contigo,
por medio de mi poema,
por medio de el yo digo
lo que pienso, y siento,
porque un poema
es más que simples
palabras escritas sobre
una hoja de papel,
es la puerta
por la que salen
todas tus palabras, todos
tus sentimientos
un poema es como
tu alma, como tu corazón
y lo abres a todas
aquellas personas
que lo quieren ver,
y tus sentimientos
quieren saber.


My Poems
Paola S.

come to other people hard
bringing out “her,”
envious, competitive, calm
emotions that want to unravel
and I can’t control,
they want to come out
and let the world know
but I won’t let “her,”
trying to look flawless,
so she unravels herself
in the lines of paper,
while I crumbple it up
throw it in the garbage,
butr soon she’ll come back
and won’t rest
until she lets my soul free.


My Words
Sergio S.

come to me from vast, fast-thinking
mind. Like wild berries they
have to be carefully picked out.
They come with great forces
almost like a tsunami.
They move at the speed
of sound, from my mind to
my mouth
like a tornado when they
are released, they can’t be
stopped.
They won’t stop until
I’m gone.
Like assassins they can
kill…


Mr. Czoski, Rm. 209, 7th grade

My Poems
Louis B.

hold me down
their hands clench my legs
they go to stores here and there
will they stop?
when they’re 50?
when, when, when!!
they won’t let me free
I struggle and struggle
let me freeee!!
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
they’re making me crazy


My Poems
Jesus J.

They’re mean sometimes about hatred
my soul will tell you anything
I need it out of me
because it’s mean
get away from
me I need
to write
it out
they
won’t let
me sleep ’til
I write it out
help me somebody
help my soul won’t
let me sleep finally
it’s out of me now I can
go to sleep and have a
good day in school tomorrow
’til the next time I’m mean and
hate I now know to let them out


My Poems
Mario M.

come faster to me than a train
I’m not looking for fame
trying to get myself a name
my poems aren’t the same
what am I trying to aim
trying to light my flame


Mrs. Harris, Rm. 210, 7th grade

My Words
Christy Z.

slip like water through a roofless
roof.
Break a bone or seven, they’re
hot as ice.
Why don’t you ever sew it shut?
Always getting lost, having trouble
finding their way back.
Wanting to know what he thinks,
zip! zaaap!
Burning through water, don’t
give me the chance.
Here to take your hopes,
sweet as sugar, huh?
Torn apart and torn against.
Waiting until I’m deaf, blind, and
numb.


My poems
Alexis R.

are worthless like a monster
in a tree. My poems are wordless slike
a star in the sea. My words are
shattered like a bomb. My words were
scattered far away too long. My poems
are ridiculous like a cat who ate too
much and that is that. My words
fly in the air like a bird.
My poems cry all the way to third.
My words ran that awful race and now
it may be late. My poems are sick,
they need a doctor, they’ll never make
it to somber.


My Words
Elizabeth M.

sometimes don’t mean anything at all.
All people use words,
just not the way I do.
Huh, I feel like the greenest
person in this class.
Nobody understands me.
Well, one person does.
My words get taken the
wrong way most of the time
just like when an itty-bitty
seed was taken in the
wrong direction by the wind
Jeez, I wish it was still summer.
Everyone loved me.

My words,
are they useless to you?


My Poems
Joshua R.

They stare at me
They laugh at me
but they cry for me
They bite me, chew me, and spit me out
but they will always be there for me


Poetry, My Words
Anissa V.

My Words
mean nothing,
trying and hoping for the day
they’ll be heard,
sometimes mean and horrible,
or sweet and thoughtful.
I searched everywhere
for someone to promise me
they’ll listen,
don’t like ugly words,
it’s not on purpose.
Sometimes something else puts words in my
mouth,
I’m sorry for that.
My words aren’t perfect,
but maybe they will be if
someone actually heard them.
They might be.


My Words…
Mayra S.

are like ocean waves
with peaceful sounds
come with laughing people
are free ’til the sunsets
become birds chirping tin the sunrise
are listened
can feel what I feel
gentle as a puppy
see what I see
know what I know