I am fourteen

and my skin is pale

the boy I live to see

every day has a smile

that brightens it

I don’t go to class

what if I don’t graduate

mom has a problem

with the school district.

I am fourteen

and I’ve danced forever

but parties are not my thing

I need an education

to get a job

suppose I don’t graduate

mom has a problem

with the school district.

I am fourteen

and how the battle affects me

its hard to explain

It’s done with my interests

in mind

But mom has a problem

with the school district.

But all they want to do/ is tie the poem to a chair with rope/ and torture a
confession out of it….
From “Introduction to Poetry” by Billy Collins

Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma’s in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma’s in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma’s in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Will you please tell me:
Who is speaking in the poem?
The poem is being spoken by a young girl.
How are they speaking to the reader?
The girl is speaking to the reader in first person because, in parts of the poem she says things like “I”.
What do you think this poem is about?
I think this poem is about a young teenage girl and her insecurities. She talks about how people don’t even stop to listen to what its like for her. She speaks about that in there. (What is “that in there?”)
What is the speaker worried about?
She is worried about not being able to dance at the next party, or having new clothes. She is worried about her appearance. (Can you describe this worry in a general way, rather than giving examples?  What do all of the examples together mean?)
What else can you figure out about the state of mind of the writer?
She is very cautious. She worries a lot about what people think of her, and is always trying to change herself. (Change herself for what reason?)
Why does the poet repeat “and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed?”
I think it means that while everything is going on in her life, she feels that her mother is closing her off, and she has no one to talk to about it. (Give me one word to describe her emotions.)
What do you think you know about the poet after reading this poem? What
specifically in the poem reveals their character/emotions/fears?
Maybe her life growing up wasn’t that great, that she had some hard times. She feared what people thought of her, and wanted to be almost like a perfect person.
Do you ever feel like the writer of this poem?
I feel like her sometimes. When i feel like i need to newest clothes to look good, or i feel like i should have gotten something that i didn’t. (Is a small i the way this pronoun written?  We are not texting in this assignment.)
Where does the poet use language in surprising ways?
I did not see any language used in surprising ways.
Is the poet complaining? Why or why not?
In a way she is complaining, but in a way she isn’t. She talks about how no one listens to her side, and how she should have been on the math team instead of him. That sounds like complaining, but in a way she is just telling her story.
Is there conflict in this poem? Is it internal or external? How do we know?
There is conflict in this poem. Its is internal conflict. She is basically in conflict with herself. Fighting about how she should look, how she should act and be. (Where do these “shoulds” come from?)

What if I was… the size of this plant?

I could sit under this tree and chant a chant..

I could play under this tree and dance a dance…

I could be under this tree and sew some pants…

What if I was… the size of this plant?

I could see the world in a whole new way..

I would fall asleep, just so i could see it in another day……….

 

 

F ashionable

A dventurous

V ery cute

O ut going

R espectful

I rrisistable

T alented

E cstatically awesome

G ood singer

I ncredible

R ighteous

L oving

 

everybody!          listen up!

roses are red!!!!!!!!!    violets are blue…

I made this poem just for you. Valentines day

is a happy time. You can have a picnic, or go

to the zoo (animals need to be loved too).

give gifts (preferably chocolate),

go party. Or just be lonely.

Its really up to you.

But remember

…….

.

!!!!HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!

This is a fairy that i drew for my mom, about a year or so ago i would say. The reason i drew it for her you ask? Well some might call her crazy, and some might call her out of her mind, but my mom believes in fairies.

So this is basically what i think fairies would look like if they did exist. My mom thinks they are the mosquito eaters, and when she brings them into the house so they won’t freeze, it drives me crazy.

But that’s just the price you have to pay for having a mom that thinks like a kid.

Monday’s Child

It was a usual day.

Children playing in the streets, and adults manning their stands.

When a man came up to the middle of the street and started playing a pipe.

The sound that came out was as if it was a magical spell.

The children stopped dead in their tracks, and started running toward him to listen, and the adults froze and turned to watch him.

The song the piper was playing was indeed a magical spell, but not a good one.

Once the children were settled, and the adults were comfortable, the magic began.

Every one was now frozen in time. Well the piper wouldn’t have have gone and done this for no reason would he?

Well he didn’t. Its all for a much bigger plan, and that is another story.

The piper walked away with a smug smile on his face never to return again.

And the poor people of this town will never move again.

Or will they……….?