Student Poetry - PS 118/ Bronx - 6th Grade - Ms. Reynolds & Ms. Patty Poetry Slam Class - 2006
Things I Left Behind
By Jessica Mendez
Back when I was just a little
I couldn’t believe I had to move from Florida
Things I left behind were my
Leopard pillow, so comfortable
My baby black and white tiny blanket
My baby teddy
My bed
These things I don’t need no more
What I need is my family
My dad, mom, brother, sister, cousin, grandma, grandpa
My grandpa had a heart attack
Thank god he didn’t die from that
I just thought I was there to make sure
Nothing happened to him.
It made my dad cry
My dad called and told me he was alright
That was the first time I heard him cry
Because he loves us
Just like I love them
Especially my daddy.
CRIMES
By Keelesia Webley
Crimes, murders, kidnapping
.Abuse violence.
These are crimes committed all over the world.
Kids being kidnapped, violence in a child’s home,
Murders being committed everyday
Why can’t all people get along without committing a crime?
Crimes destroying families
Families tear apart because of crimes
Crimes destroying a person physically, emotionally & mentally.
Crimes, why do we live in a world where there is crime?
Why can’t we live in a world where there is no crime?
Where kids could walk with their friends
At 6:00pm at night
Without their parents worrying about how long
Their kids have been out.
Without them worrying if their
Kids have been murdered
Kidnapped or abused
Why do we live in this kind of world?
Why can’t we live peacefully
In a world where everyone knows
Each other, where everyone is kind,
Caring and loving.
Why can’t we go somewhere or turn a corner
Without hearing about a crime
Being committed?
Why/
Why is it that everywhere we go we hear about someone
Being murdered?
Why?
Why are there so many crimes in this world?
My Tropical Island
By Romario Dillon
Out of the airplane on the breezy street
On the long road into the busy heat
In the yard I hear the falling of juicy coconuts
Within it the splashing of delicious coconut juice
On my tropical Island goats and chickens feet runs free
On the road in the tropical streets
You can hear the chirping of colorful birds wild and
Flying across the sea
On my tropical island
Kids run bare foot on the rocky streets
You can smell the macaroni and cheese
Baked with different kinds of peppers
On my tropical island
The sun shins until sunset hits
Hot like the burning stove.
At the blue and white sea
The sun sets,
Sleep and leaves not blinding my eyes
Now I could sleep.
My tropical island is Jamaica
What’s yours?
My Neighborhood
By Sarah Koyanagi
My neighborhood sounds like
Sweet people who greet you
In the afternoon, morning, evening and at night.
Birds chirp and the wind howls
My neighborhood tastes like the sweet smell of ice cream,
Candy, and soda.
It taste’s like mom’s cooking of chicken, stew and spaghetti.
My neighborhood smells like yummy corn and buttery biscuits
It smells like foods from all nations
People from different countries that are in my neighborhood.
My neighborhood feels like a breeze flowing through my hair
And my face.
It feels cold, hot, humid and warm
Feels like my neighborhood
Animal City
By Angelique Lopez
The world is an animal city
It’s a cannibal world
If you’re not obedient your parents whip you
Instead of arguing you run away
So you don’t have to hear it
When you’re with someone you feel safe
When you’re alone everything is dangerous
The world is an animal city
When you live in a world like mine
You have no choice but to agree
If you don’t the crazy world will attack you.
I wish that I didn’t have to live in this crazy world
Where single mothers buy drugs because they can’t stand their children
The world is an animal city
When I walk outside I see cops on my block chasing boys
Or
Girls my age fighting over a boy
Or
The coquito man chasing girls
Or
Teenage girls pregnant not knowing the father
Are you part of this animal city
Are you even really
Or
Am I alone?
On My Block
By Benjamin Bernal
On my block there’s fighting through the day
But through the nights It’s a different way
You hear police sirens, helicopters flying
Or people dying
The next day it all starts again
It’s a rare morning when it’s calm
Don’t walk pass my block flashing
Any chains, watches or you’ll get jumped for them right way
Walk fast cause they’ll get you for your money and
That aint gonna be funny
Walk fast and for a reason that better be good
Cause you walking pass my hood
Don’t stare at anyone in the eye cause
They’ll take you away and
You wont be back the next day
There’s drive bys and shoot outs on my block
Makes me just want to get out of here
Cause this aint heaven
It’s the Bronx, 187
My point is that is it’s a tough place to live
But I was born here and it’s my crib.
Through My Bedroom Window
By Sasha Gilchrist
Through my bedroom window
I see drunken men laughing
It up and grinning at young girls
I see young guys trying to sell drugs to young children
Of all ages.
Through my bedroom window
I hear all the shoot outs
And people crying form the loss of their loved ones.
I hear my neighbors arguing,
Wives being abused and children screaming in fright
Through my bedroom window
I see kids being let out of school
I see young girls dressed
As if they were 25 and young
Boys joining gangs.
Through my bedroom window
I see where I live
Through my bedroom window
I see the Bronx.
The Path of Life
By Ayesha Hossain
As I was walking down a path
The rivers swam beneath my feet
The lions roared a song of courage
The peacocks colored the sky a brilliant green
The frogs ribbited gossip
The path reflected my shadow
The sun was a perfect golden yellow circle
The trees whispered in my ears
Telling me the secrets of the leaves
I heard each blade of grass grow
The horizon called out
“Come toward me”
The bees buzzed on and threw mean looks
Everything made noise
Everything was alive
I realized I was walking down the
Path of life
“WHY”
By Shaneka Ford
Why must the people we love suffer pain and
Agony day by day just for fighting for a country in the war
Innocent souls being snatched away by a glitch of a second
Bombs exploding, gun fires erupting
Families terrified….
Why must the people who we love say goodbye, but
Never come back home to their families
The bravery they have is so powerful
But the number of people killed is awful
Extending like a rubber band
You may think they’re never coming back
To hold your hand
The confidence they have is exceeding
But the abundance of family members crying for them
Is still proceeding
Why must the everlasting war continue
Innocent solider dying, the many faces crying
Wishing we can some how go back in time
Just to see the smile on soldiers faces
Wishing this suffering will finally end.
I AM
By Chasity Jimenez
I am the shadow that follows your every step
I am the one who made your dreams come to reality, bad or good.
I am the tears of sorrow and agony that falls from eyes.
I am the heartbeat that beats every step you take.
I am your mind telling you what to do.
I am what I am.
I AM
By Allaina Ray
I am the pillow that everybody dares to sleep on
I am your shadow that follows you
I am the maple seed that flows in the wind that grows away from everybody else
I am the wind that nobody sees and I flow with the freezy breeze
I am the subway ground that people step on, rush on
I am the plant that takes forever to grow and weakness still I show
I am the air that is invisible but I am still there inside you, all around you
I am the person that no one notices
The Spirit Of…
By Jeremy Santiago
The spirit of it is way up high
You cannot regret or even lie
So much to see so much to hear
That spirit, has wiped my tears
That spirit of it is guarding me
So I am as good I as I can be
She’s like an eagle in the sky
When I was young I waved goodbye
Why does she have to be up there
This is something I cannot bare
The pain that I always feel
Is something no one can heal
This spirit you are my search
So then, I go to church
Now she’s just a midst in the air
So then, I will just stare
The spirit of it was always cheerful
The spirit of it was never fearful
One day it will be my time
After that, I will be just fine
The spirit of it is like no other
The spirit of it is my grandmother
On My Tropical Island
By Wynne-Marie Martinez
On my tropical island,
There are palm trees swaying because of the strong massive wind,
looking like a friend’s arm waving hello.
On my island kind hearted neighbors greet you.
On my tropical island, middle class people live and work hard
To live with profit and not paying check to check.
On my island an education is important.
You must do your best in everything you do.
It is a privilege to have an education and not many drop out.
On my tropical island, you hear hard steel pans
Playing beautiful chiming music. You hear the music play in colorful festivals. There is a melodious melody coming from the silver instrument.
My island is a fruitful place.
With coconuts, pineapples, pomeracks, and cherries,
growing in my backyard.
My tropical island, I will cherish thee.
My tropical island, Trinidad.
WAR
By Fazlul Haque
The clock is ticking
The time is going by.
I don’t see the soldiers coming back
They’re still in Iraq.
Our brothers dying
And families crying
Our fathers dying
And families crying
Our uncles dying
And families crying.
And the clock is still ticking
The time is still going by
I still don’t see the solders coming back
They’re still in Iraq.
We might be stopping some terrorists,
But most are escaping.
Wasting millions of dollars on weapons
There’s no need for this.
We have mouths to speak words.
So let us use our words to stop conflicts,
It’s a better way than fighting and dying.
Why can’t we have peace?
We’re all humans
So let us be friends.
The clock is ticking.
The time is going by.
I don’t see the soldiers coming back
They’re still in Iraq.
Untitled
By Emilio Taveras
Brooklyn was where I used to live
Everyone in the neighborhood was nice
They all seemed to know each other
The man with five dogs always said “hi”
Our neighbor would lend us plates and forks if
We didn’t feel like washing our own
The people in the small house would leave that sunflower outside
I would walk to the bakery and smell the fresh cookies ready to eat
I would buy the water and the croissant
Then go to a restaurant to eat
When I go home I would lay in my bed
Then my mind drifts away
Only to dream of tomorrow
A day with more time than today.
Judged By Monsters
By Sofia Ahsanuddin
I tried to ignore the fact that talking monsters kept glaring,
Staring and hissing rude words at me.
I didn’t even need to think why,
it was because I was recognized
As a Muslim.
People look at me and give me looks of deepest loathing,
Squinting their eyes and contorting their mouths
Into ugly shapes just because I’m recognized as a Muslim.
Even when 4 years passed when the Twin Towers tragedy occurred,
People now don’t think that it was a group of Muslims who did it,
But now think that all Muslims are responsible for what happened.
But not only do people look at me with eyes full of rage and hate,
But they also stare at me with fearful and scared eyes.
I just hate the way people look at me as if I’m filthy scum on the sloes of their shoes or as if I’m a lion cornering them,
preparing for my yummy meal.
Don’t people care if they hurt my feelings?
Do they even care if I’m affected mentally and emotionally?
These questions wash over me like water every time
People stare at me just because I was recognized as a Muslim.
The Loss of a Beloved
By Rhahima Khaton
She comes to school on her dad’s motorcycle as usual,
All happy and proud, she kisses her father and says
“Bye,Papa”.
As she walks through the school gate,
She looks back once more,
A half moon spreads upon her face
She walks into her classroom,
All revived and feeling lucky.
The day goes well for her, until during the middle of the day,
She’s called to the office
She’s informed that her father just had a car accident and
Has passed away,
No where to go, she was the center of attention,
Thinking about her dad,
She turned around and sobbed,
It’s weird how at one point, you’re talking to that person
That person that you love
That you care for
And the next moment they are gone.
Death is a moment when suffocation and darkness encloses around you,
A time when a lost soul pierces the heart of an innocent victim.
Alone…Until Now
By Natasha
Being alone on cold winter nights
The only noise you hear are the crickets chirping
No one to hold or cherish
Being an orphan is like a gum wrapper being thrown on the street
You begin kicking the box you sleep on because of the thought of your parents
They are the cause of you being an orphan.
Having to live in harsh conditions
When people say what happened? You look at them with a glare
That could kill.
The reply comes: my day ran away
And my mother uses drugs
Tears soak your eyes and your brain urges you to run
You can’t, you’re solid as a rock
Because you know there isn’t any place to go
Home after home
Foster parent after foster parent
Then to top it all off,
You and only you are the mother of three younger siblings
While at the agency you’re devastated
It’s time to pick foster children.
A family like no other appears
A mom, a dad and even that special dog named lucky.
They want to take you in…
Until now you’ve thought the world would collapse
On your head
Until now you’ve thought that you’re useless
But what awaits you is a door leading to a path
You’ve never seen before.
This time it’s going to work.
You Look At Me Differently
By Sonandia Azcona
We are all the same you know that
But you look at me differently
I am a person just like you
But you look at me differently
We are all family from our hearts to our minds
But you look at me differently
If am poor, you’re poor
If I am rich, you’re rich
But you look at me differently
I am the shining star up above so are you
But you look at me differently
You and I are the fluttering butterflies
Flying flower to flower
But you look at me differently
What I like you like
But you look at me differently
What I am wearing you’re wearing
But you look at me differently
If I am a pet owner so are you
But you look at me differently
If I am a comedy film you are too
But you look at me differently
I am you and you are me
What is the difference?
My race?
Where I’m From
By Rene Montalvo
Where I’m from
You see dirty buildings and cigarettes on the floor
Where I’m from
You see cracked windows and broken steps
With mice crawling in abandoned buildings
Where I’m from
You smell juicy chicken with seasoned rice.
Where you know everyone want’s a little something.
Where I’m from
You hear reggae blasting from people’s houses,
The walls are always shaking.
Where I’m from
You hear gunshots and sirens of the scared cops
Where I’m from
You see grudges, jeolosy and police abusing their authority
Where I’m from
You see friendly or rude people where everybody has an attitude
Where I’m from
Life is like a football game people tackling each other
Where I’m from
You see the trees with no leaves and it’s not even winter
Where I’m from
You see boys whistling at pretty girls walking down the street
Where I’m from
You see disasters in peoples life like they just go robbed or evicted.
Where I’m from
You hear kids getting crossed on the court and the crowd screaming
Ohhhhhhh!
Where I’m from
Is the hood, the Bronx.
When You’re High
By Brian Orbe
When you’re high you’ll change people’s lives
Not in a good way but a bad way
A sad way
You walk out of a bar
When you decide to steal a car
Your driving down the highway going 103mph
You see the heat
You don’t stop instead the gas pedal is being pressed harder
By your feet.
You don’t see a woman driving 43
You hit her she smashes into a tree
You stop now you only hear her words
“HELP ME”
The cops go to help then you see
Her children come out you count three
You pull out a cigarette from your pocket
A lighter disguised as a locket
You sit there smoking your stupid weed
Looking at your horrible deed
You spend the night in jail
No ones coming you cant bail
You go to sleep and have a dream
You’re in a room your holding a dripping knife
The woman you hit is screaming
“YOU TOOK MY LIFE”
She’s bleeding and has no right hand
You still don’t understand
You away with a screech your free
Your dad is there he’s asking himself
“Why me?”
He talks to you and then lets you be
You go to the hospital to see the woman you hit
You find her room the lights lit
You see she had amputation of her fingers
She was a bird and your were the wringer
You can’t believe
Your dream came true but gives you no relief
You run out screaming
Birds stop singing people are listening
You curse and they all look away
You throw the cigarette and lighter in the ocean
Then you vow “No more starting today”
When BANG BANG
A store just got robbed
Two guys scrambling out
“STOP”
A cop shouts they run past you shooting
It must have been their first time looting
They drop some stuff you see
Cigarette box’s and lighters
You pick them up put them in your pocket
You disguise a lighter as a locket
You steal a car and go driving again
Now you can’t stop
You know why
Because you’re high
The Worst Injury
By Alima Chowdhury
Not a twisted - ankle
Not a car – accident
Not a broken – hand,
Not anything else,
But exactly what?
PAIN OF LOVE !
The worst injury is…
When there is no sign of your beloved one, no happiness in your heart like a wild bird looking for it’s baby, no peace, no warmth, only agony & agony, just so homeless. This is the worst injury…
When you need love and admiration, his appearance isn’t there, like a crazy lover, your searching for him, when you want his comfort & time, he isn’t there..
That’s what I call the worst injury…
That rips of your heart & allots it away into the dark
She passed through it
He did,
They did…
But now, it’s my turn!
To face the worst injury!!
Every, every single moment without him, just drowns away, deep down !
I wish they understood, how much it hurts – it really does!
Very hard to breath the words that are longing to come out. I …love him!
This is the worst pain…
Not a headache
Not a toothache
Not a stomachache
Not anything else either
It’s living without him which every second seems to rise up with a big, terrible pain. How hard it is for me to adjust that!
It’s like a cut, except it’s more hurtful and each moment I think about how they handle it, which I can’t!
It’s the worst injury… one that has no treatment
Except the one it’s longing for.
Why can’t my dad just come back?
Trapped
By Kujegi
Trapped in a bottle
A bottle so full of so many feelings
Hurt, Pain and Hapiness
I need to give a message to the world
Of these feelings I feel deep within the
Beating of my soul
Trapped in a mist of emotions
I want to let it all out
Let it fly freely
Soaring highly above the beautiful blue sky
And let the earth soak it within its layers
And let it be gone forever
Never shall I see it for then I will be in
A painful moment of distress
This is what I feel,
I feel hatred all around
People see me as a terrorist
But not as a person with a beating heart, that is alive
That feels the hatred, the pain within and hears the
Constant bickering of people who are prejudice
I feel hurt, I feel badly
When people look down on me
Is it because of my color?
Or my religion
I haven’t done anything
I have an innocent soul
It hurts when they glare at me as if
I’m a creature from outer space
Or when they give me a bad look
As if to say I don’t like her
Look at what she’s wearing
They don’t know
It is terribly painful
When they pull on this cloth I wear
Just to see if I’m bald?
Don’t they know I go home and cry myself to sleep
Cause I can’t bear to hold the pain anymore
Cause they’ve hurt the pride within
The dignity I hold in myself
They say words don’t hurt
They do hurt when they tease you or laugh at you
Because of this thing you wear they don’t know it’s a
Symbol for what I believe in
They’ve hurt me not physically as in a bruise or a cut
But emotionally and painfully
These words they call me like an African buddy
Scratcher and many other words have haunted me
All my life I just cant seem to erase them off my mind
That’s how it feels when they torture you
When they ripped your heart out
When they steal your most prized possessions
Like dignity and pride
They think that the teasing the discrimination
Made me weaker
Actually, it made me have faith in myself more
To be able to believe in myself
To appreciate my culture and religion
To become a stronger in the heart
Soul and mind
And never let anyone hurt the soul that
Provides blood for me everyday
Deep within the thickness of that red blood
There is that person who is saying
I am willing to grow
To break out of that shell of sadness
And view the positive side of the world
I never saw before
To feel the wonderous feeling of happiness and love
Hate doesn’t make me weaker
But sure does make me stronger
As I am ready to enter the side of the world
I never saw before
To the feeling I never felt before
I will shout one last time
I am ready!
No more ‘I’m I trapped’?
I am free!
I’m Still Me
By Jose Tena
When someone meets you for the first time
A stereotypical description
In their mind unfolds
Like the letter in that baby blue envelope
It says mean unkind envious things
Soon after you wishing you could soar
Like a bird with extended wings
Simultaneously your actions
Cut like a spear show sharp anger may appear
So harmful you don’t even want to know
How a person can be fine
For one minute and then loose complete control
But don’t ask me why people can
Be so mean and evil
That’s why I believe that they should leave me alone
But that’s alright because deep inside
I know sticks and stones
May break my bones but whatever happens to me
I’m still me
They one you see everyday
They one who asks you if you want to play
The truth
Nothing lese nothing more
Just me
The End
By Kevin Pinckney
This is the end of me, you and everybody else around you.
You know why it’s the end?
Because of you,
Not me, you
You heard me, you
The wars that have been going on
Are tearing us apart
If this keeps on happening
This will be the end of life
The human race, everything
No more cities you love
No family, nothing
You have to do something now
Before it’s too late
The day after tomorrow
It will be
The End.
The Hand That Was Once Filled with Life
By Chenille Rafferty
The hand that once lit my day
Slipped away
Slipped away with ease
No pain was in that soul
That hand that was once filled with life
Holding back the worst like a blade on a life
How long have I cherished that
Touch that feeling that once was real
Now only the soft touch is tingling in my hand
Piercing my flesh and into my soul
Ablazed at excitement
Cold at death
How long I have cherished that touch
That feeling that once was real
That hand that once lit my day
Has flown away
His hands were once real to me
To see his cold body in a coffin
My heart softened
How long I have cherished that touch
That feeling that was once real.
The Bronx
By Skye Nelson
Beats of hip-hop music fill the air.
Homeless people cooling their bodies
With a mean glare.
Jamaicans playing soccer all day long
Little girls dancing to the beat of
Their favorite songs
People coming in others buildings
That ain’t cool
When summer comes everybody goes to Haffun Pool
Chinese food like chicken and broccoli
Where I’m from I never wanna leave
Because for now this is where I wanna be
Where I’m from is the boogie down b
On My Block
By Jonathan Collado
On my block you see people smoking all
Day, you hear gunshots and bad guys getting away
On my block.
You see people hitting each other like punching bags,
You see people dead and moms are really sad
On my block
For one little slip, people start problems with you
And you start to flip
On my block
When you go outside,
You’re never in the mood but there’s
Always a spot you can get food
On my block
You can feel that it is going to be a bad day,
You feel like your in a troubled maze
On my block,
You feel like horses are dancing on top of you,
You get things stolen from you
On my block
People get arrested everyday,
You see gangs fighting, always
When you come to my block
It’s like death waiting to happen
The Bronx is so much more different than manhattan
On my block
It’s like people are getting tortured
With guns and knifes
People always losing their lives
On my block
You need to get on my block
Cool and nice or you always pay a price
On my block
It’s a hurricane running everything
But me
On my block
It’s where you don’t want to be.
Black Smoke Cloud
By Amanda Pagan
Pollution never helps anything except help destroy our planet,
Earth that has lived for thousands of years
Pollution is like a Black Smoke Cloud that grows each time
Someone pollutes, and takes anything or anyone in its path,
While it roams for more prey.
Pollution stops someone’s book of life and cuts the story in half
The black smoke cloud raining tears from their loved ones,
Never getting the chance to experience the second half
Of the story.
Some brave souls are helping out and the black smoke cloud
Is getting smaller but at the same time, getting bigger.
If more brave souls help out together,
All black smoke clouds over Earth will never exist again!
The Dream Of The Meadow
By Syed Shabala
I dream of a meadow…
There green grasshoppers sparkle like a queens
Diamond earring
There’s a gorgeous castle just like a full moon
In the center of the sky.
In the meadow there is a gold and silver crown waiting just for me
Rainbows fall to the ground and glare at the sky
Where the skylarks fly freely
There thousands of blue lotus are floating on the blue water.
I dream of a meadow…
There no homeless is beaten up by any person
No homeless is lying down in the corner of a tall building
No child is abused and killed by her parents
No drug dealer stands in the corner of the street
No air pollution makes the air suffocated
No water pollution kills the lovely rainbow fish
No war kills innocent lives.
In my dream…..
Birds fly proudly in the sky
They are not scared of any bullet
Children laugh joyfully
They are not purple with pain and hunger
And there is a star moonshine all over the night.
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