What does it all mean?

Take a stroll through our park, read the thoughts of our fledgling poets, and find out!!

A Day

Seeking,

Seeking a world where all is fair,

What’s right,

What’s wrong,

Laughter,

Cheering,

Chanting,

A deep dirty vein of hatred,

Running deep in their faces,

The look they give,

The food they fling,

The smell,

The smell of coffee,

But more like filth,

The filth of their faces,

Blue,

Red,

Blue,

Red,

The slam of a door,

A touchdown cheer,

Locked,

Locked away to rot like rats,

Waiting for a better chance,

Many days pass,

The drinkin’ gourd,

Appearing and disappearing,

A wish,

A dream,

A speech,

The speech of life,

The speech of freedom,

Finally,

A world for all,

Our day! 

Kevin 

Tiananmen Square

Big tanks rumble toward me,

destructive, sickening green monsters

growling,

choking, grey smoke, billowing like the devil's breath

I stand with my shopping bag hanging from my arm like a bat from a branch,

like a messenger from the future

I stand my ground,

fear slithering though me like a venomous snake.

the tanks roar to a halt with a hiss,

the world goes silent

destruction and hope collide

in the moment

and it fills with history and emotion.

It overflows.

Gabe and the Writers Workshop Team

The Bird

Surrounded by oil coated rocks

Oil everywhere

Desperately trying to live

Trying to get away

Minutes away from death

Sinking into deep thick oil

Never going to see light again

Blackness will soon takeover light

Lian

BY Sara Paclat

              Waves of oil smothering the shore, drenching a bird. Struggling to fly, but the oil is to0 thick for flight. Between these rocks I suffer goodb… the bird has gone.

Tianamen Square

Big growling tanks

Moving towards me like slugs in the dirt.

Shopping bag in one sweaty hand, hat in the other

I wait for doom to come

The tanks gun knocks me over

The right tread goes over my head, spattering brain tissue across the unforgiving concrete.

It crushes my hips and legs.

The crack of my big toe breaking resonates across the square, across China, across the world….

Will I be remembered?

Eli

VIETNAM WAR

A man in front of me ripping his shirt like a professional wrestler, and yelling at me to shoot him to prove that I am strong from within.

I back away my deadly tank as the man still stands in front of me.

  As he moves forward, I move back till he stops.

I call my troops in,

They follow me as I leave.

 I hear cheering and clapping.

 I can see my future ahead

 I await eternal sleep.

 Not obeying my orders.

To destroy.

BY THOMAS SOUTHWICK

Oil licked the shore in thick fat waves,

a black slippery mess coating the shore in suffocating death

a bird in dissent wearing a coat of filth,

choking,

drowning,

desperate wings

lead heavy

black eyes hooded,

maybe I can fly, maybe I can shake away eternal night, maybe…

a horrid smell like rotten iron burning the bird

with a screeching watery gurgle of death she’s here.

I see my life pass before my eyes like I’m flipping through the channels of my life

then

no

more

the screen goes black

then a tunnel appears on the screen

a light at the end

I take my first step.

I’m a kite in the wind with no one to hold my string.

Jared

The Bird

Soaked suffocating.

I sit on rocks

While I struggle to breathe.

I wonder what is doing this,

How it happened.

By my side I see other birds

In my situation and some are dead.

I try to lift my heavy wings.

Nothing.

There is a terrible smell that is causing me to

Breathe through my mouth.

What was once a peaceful place had suddenly become a nightmare.

I feel odd, dizzy.

I hear a mournful wail in the distance,

And then everything goes black, darkness.

Lizzy

A mistake

A mistake.

A mistake that was going to cost the bird its life.

Thick globs of black liquid covered its glossy wings.

A cry for help.

A cry for help so sad, so desperate.

The bird’s wings were stuck to its sides.

Struggling

Struggling away, making the bird sink deeper into the poisonous, molasses-like goo.

The bird emitted its last cry to the world.

Rachel

Why?

By Leila Walker

She can’t see

She can’t breathe

She can’t move

Under a blanket of thick black oil,

She twitches in her last moments of life,

Desperately trying to free herself

What is happening?

Why, why, why?

What will become of her?

And then…

  And then….

          And then……

  I’m in a restaurant where no one wants me, but I am taking a sacrifice.  I look like I am scared but I’m proud of myself. 

People are throwing food at me.

One is pouring soda too.

I looked at the menu as white people laugh.

I am not really scared.

My friend is with me, her hair curled up in a bun.

I am a black women and I don’t care.

Brenda