"Psalm Three" by Mahmoud Darwish prompted some inventive responses from the 7th graders. Some explored the actual power or impact of their self-expression, some their inner personalities, and others used the assignment to just set up some wild combinations and comparisons. I asked them to rhyme lines 4 and 8 of their poem (in other words, to rhyme here and there, not every line), which some followed to the letter, and others interpreted their own way. We also talked about Darwish's attention-getting final stanza, where he breaks form, and I asked them to also break form in their final stanza.
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Mrs. Jamen, Rm. 207, 7th grade
The Life
Kevin Z.
When my words were valuable
I was shining
When my words were wrong
I was death
When my words were hurting
I was steps
When my words were caring
I was loved
And when my words were
a sun…I became a star…
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Pamela H.
When my words were a chalkboard,
I was written on.
When my words were a door,
I was slammed.
When my words were a clock,
I was ticking.
When my words were paper in a drawer,
I was jammed.
When my words…
Alejandra R.
When my words
were waterfall
I was dark
When my words
were anger
I was falling
When my words
were quiet
I was loud
When my words
were off mind
I was lost
Then my words
were language
but I didn’t
understand
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Mr. Czoski, Rm. 209, 7th grade
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Anai M.
When my words
were clear as glass
I was strong
when my words
were drowning
I was weak
when my words
were blowing in the air
I was wrong
when my words were
“never again”
I took a
stand
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Valentina G.
When my words were like a book,
you wanted to read it.
When my words were like a
scary movie,
it hurt to watch.
When my words were like a
broken heart,
everyone could feel it.
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Jeffrey C.
When my words were stone
I was alone.
When my words were heard
I was in control.
When my words were in the field
I was full of joy.
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Mrs. Bourret, Rm. 208, 7th grade
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Mayra S.
When my words were dropping
I was understood as a helpless one.
When my words were loud
I was victorious.
When my words were weak
I was lonely.
When my words were proud
I was glorious.
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Anissa V.
When my words were powerful
I was an inspirator
When my words were nothing
I was a shadow with a host
When my words were believed
I was feared
When my words were dark
I was a haunting ghost
But when my words were me
I finally became the person I
wanted to be
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Danny M.
When my words were depression
I was sorrow.
When my words were death
I was a spirit.
When my words were disappointment
I was pity.
When my words were success
I was failure.
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Mrs. Harris, Rm. 210, 7th grade
Criss Cross
Christy Z.
When my words were rain
I was dry
When my words were black
I was lime green
When my words were dry
I was bored
When my words were flying
I was dying
When my words were silent
I was proud
When my words were plastic
I was sugar
When my words were static
I was flatline
However when my words became
weak
my tongue became swollen
Random
Nick C.
When my words were couch
I was busy.
When my words were Sox
I was box.
When my words were books
I was dogs.
When my words were fear
I was fox.
Only when my words were floor
I was roller coaster.
My Words
Xavier C.
When my words were heavy metal
I was famous
When my words were solid
I was hollow
When my words were nasty
I was outrageous
When my words were awesome
I was followed
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