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2006

2005
  Children's Workshop

Woodland Creatures Poetry Camp

This page contains samples of the poetry created at the camp, June 18-23, 2006.




I Am Me

I am the beauty of a flower
a graceful butterfly fluttering.

Different colors and shapes and sizes. Making words flow.
I am as certain as everyday, the change of everyday.

The plus of every member
the stress of every yell.

I am the artist of my life
the saying of the struggle.

The sense of every word
making all mankind nice.

Me, is who and who is me.
Love is the me I love.

The stress the kind, the
effect of my life every cell.

Its me, my soul, my god, my hero.
I am me for me, because of me I am me.

The reason I live for me is because of my momma.
She is me, the me, the me that made me.

I am me
the real me.

Jade H.




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If this world were mine,
my brothers and sisters in Sudan
wouldnt die,
the sons and daughters in the hood wouldnt cry for they daddies.
If this world were mine, people wouldnt
judge me for what I wear,
but for who I am.
If this world were mine, no grandmother would shed a tear
for her grandson whose life she fears.
If this world were mine, every blind person could see
and every person would be free of bondage that holds them deep.
If this world were mine, fear would be irrelevant.
If this world were mine, each persons
heart would be free and never broken.
Love would be a token in relationships
not just a sweet.

Shoji S.




What Is Life Like In My Mind

Sometimes I think
that life can be like
a battery.
Probably so many things
are flowing through your mind
like a battery having electricity
flowing through and then all
used up like your life. You
used up too much of your time with it.
But, a battery can be recharged
not a human.
Sometimes life can be
an ancient artifact.
It holds, so many mysteries
as: why was it created?
Sometimes life is like
a fan.
Some of the things
we see blow us away.
Sometimes life is like
a can with a wrapper
torn off
its up to us
to make the ingredients
of what we like and
who were about.

But life is just a way
to make people who we are
like:
What makes me, me?

Life can be seen and viewed
by people everywhere
but life through my
mind is great.

Jehonathan G.




My Here Will Not Exist

Where Im from smoking blunts is an everyday thing.
Where Im from kids go out to play and dont come home
in time for dinner.
Where Im from there isnt paint to paint a picture.
Where Im from hope was lost long ago.
Where Im from we have no tongue.
Where Im from we look to the thugs rather than God.
Where Im from they talk the talk, but it is what it is
Just talk.
Where Im from my neighborhood I stand tall with my hand to the sky.
In my neighborhood were getting moved out like
old slave ships.
In my neighborhood make life what it is.
In my palace I call home, it is the sweetest place.
Theres not enough food to loose the childrens hunger.
In my neighborhood they just dont care.

Zairen R.


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