Poetry

Where I’m From (Nyeema)

I’m from the scorching heat of the South,
from the place that rarely gets snow.
I’m from a small town,
from the countryside where everyone knows each other.
A place where kids run barefooted across their lawns.
Where the highlight of your day is being outside.
I’m from outside sprinklers and water hoses.
The trips to the beach.
From bike rides up and down the driveway,
and catching fish with bare hands.
I’m from the nights of Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek,
weekends of Thanksgiving-like dinners and ice-cream for dessert,

Nyeema Caldwell is a 7th grader going to Friends Select in Philadelphia, PA. She likes to read and play with her dog and friends

It’s A Dream

End scene, a standing ovation.
You’re bowing to the crowd,
after performing the Broadway musical, “The Lion King.”
Suddenly you’re spinning,
around and around.
Then, you stop.
Now you’re flying through space,
zooming past comets and landing on the moon.
And again you’re spinning.
This time you’re walking through the desert,
scorching heat hitting your neck,
beads of sweat forming on your forehead.
The spinning starts again once more.
You’re on a boat. You can smell fish and salt water.

Nyeema Caldwell is a 7th grader going to Friends Select in Philadelphia, PA. She likes to read and play with her dog and friends.

Where I’m From (Anniyah)

I’m from swimming in Jamaican Seas
& walking around
with gardens in my shoes.

I’m from a long line of loud mouths,
from that 17th and Ellsworth.

I’m from hot pink tips,
from philla-pinoes,
big celebrations
& overcoming tribulations.

I’m from slaves walking across the country…

I’m from straightening combs & braiding grease,
from the home of the cheesesteak,
Philly,
I’m from Philly.

Anniyah Dawan is a sixth grader at Universal Charter School in South Philadelphia. She loves to dance and write, and can often be found expressing herself in magical ways at Mighty Writers South, her second home.

Music

usic is a way to express myself,
Not worrying about being judged.

To listen
To whatever, whenever,

Music

Says the words we’re too afraid
to speak out loud.

Music

Is always there for me,
the medicine of my mind.

Music

Is what feeling sounds like.

Azariah Collins is a fifth grader at GAMP [Girard Academic Music Program] Middle School. She is a dancer with the 76ers dance team and has a unique sense of style. She is a truly Mighty Writer.

Spring Senses

Spring is the best season ever!
In spring I see the ivy growing on the big muscular tree trunk.
In spring I smell the pollen crawling on the tip of my nose.
In spring I feel the raindrops tickling my body.
In spring I taste the sweet chocolate marshmallow chicks.
In spring I hear the birds sing a beautiful song that spreads through valleys and
forests.
That's why spring is the best season ever!

Aaden Brooks lives in Lindenwold, NJ and is in third grade at Laurel Springs School. His favorite subjects are Science, History and Social Studies, and he loves dinosaurs, especially the amphsealelus.

A New Beginning

A house isn’t a house without
land to build it on. And land isn’t land
without the seeds that for grass or
the cement mixtures that pave the ground,
and even those begin differently.
Basically all things have a start and a
finish. Grass, humans, houses, and even the
beginnings of that thing can’t be
born without a fresh space to grow
and form. From the chairs we sit upon
to the steps we walk amongst, everywhere
everything has begun small. So don’t
feel worthless when you’re young because

Suaad is in the 5th grade at Universal Charter School. She was born and raised in Philadelphia and loves to write poetry, short stories, and just about anything. She also loves to read and literally cannot stop!

Patience

Calmly rest my child
Momma says
The guests will be here soon
So get dressed and tame
your wild hair
Stop sitting on the edge of
your seat minding grown folks’
business
You need patience
When someone wants you
listening they’ll ask for you sure
Don’t be a fly on the wall
A friend for you is right
around the corner I promise
As I always say patience is
the key
Keep it calm it’ll be easy

Suaad is in the 5th grade at Universal Charter School. She was born and raised in Philadelphia and loves to write poetry, short stories, and just about anything. She also loves to read and literally cannot stop!

The Girl in the Window

Bombs fall,
the earth crumbles beneath our feet.  
Everything we have turns to ashes,
not even at home... are we ever safe.
Stuck
in the wrath
of their disgrace,
it’s hard to even know who we are sometimes
because all we ever do is hide.  

Hidden
in the old brick buildings we call Church,
protected by the Almighty we believe in,
that we think keeps us safe
yet also crumbles on impact.
We are lost,
all in the smoke and ashes of memories…
not forgotten,

Head of the Table

Sit at the head of the table,
where the eldest sits,
where all fights start,
where they end,
where you spend your life,
where you recite grace,
where so many bottoms have sat,
where unwritten history is made,
where generations change,
religions change,
where the chair won’t forget you,
or judge you,
but miss you when you’re gone,
when nobody else will.

Serenity Baruzzini is a precocious 6th grader enrolled at Mastery Charter. She is drawn to poetry but has written a number of short stories as well and hopes to write a novel about a young spy.

Mama Said

The pungent smell of cigarettes inflames her nose
She wants to turn around and run
Run far away until the blinking lights are no longer visible
But she hears mama’s voice telling her it’s all right to stay

So she walks to the end of the bar
With every step she takes in her six-inch heels comes the threat of falling
But mama said not to worry
She’d get used to them in no time

Taking a seat at the bar, she looks around
She can’t help but stare at all the lowlifes;
She can’t help thinking she is one

Anna Zachwieja is a 10th grader at Haverford High School. Some of her interests include writing, baking, and dancing. This is her first published piece.

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