Misconceptions About Sisters

Poem By: By: Jasmine D., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note: I was inspired to write this poem because me and my sisters are not what you would call “normal.”

Together digital painting by: tacypoc

 

The sound of squeaky screeches bouncing  between walls,

Is not from us playing dress up,

It’s the sound of us surviving,

fighting is our protein

and we do it often.

Every friday I paint my nails red and black

For my martial arts competition the next day

My sister spends hours matching her clothes during the week

And on the weekend the only outfit she cares about is her leotard

As she flips around the parallel bars

Another sister is boy crazy

But even crazier about books

And the baby of the family is always gabbing

But she does it in two different languages

We do have this girly side

But it can be flipped around quick

And don’t mess with only one of us

Because we ALWAYS

Have each others backs

Drawing by: Beraca B., Age 10, Vero Beach, Florida

Drawing by: Beraca B., Age 10, Vero Beach, Florida

It’s Not All Fun and Games

Poem By: Kira R.

Beach drawing by: Preeti S., Age 12, Los Angeles, California

Beach drawing by: Preeti S., Age 12, Los Angeles, California

Jumping through the salty waters,

The day it happened,

Playing in the soft silky sand,

The day it happened,

The first day of peaceful vay-kay,

The day it happened,

Flying through the mists of the wind like a bird,

The day it happened,

Running through rough water frantically for the frisbee,

Then it happened…

The Wave Warrior

Poem by: Natalie B., 7th Grade

Tarp surfing picture submitted by: Dylan R., Age 12, Albany Middle School, Albany, California

Tarp surfing picture submitted by: Dylan R., Age 12, Albany Middle School, Albany, California

She loves to see the water so clear and blue,

Yet filled with challenges and caution.

On the other hand, the ocean smell welcomes her.

She hears the alarming sounds of the seagulls,

They alert her.

She despises putting on sunscreen,

Claiming she doesn’t need armor for this fight,

But her mom makes her.

Even warriors have concerned mothers.

She sprints to the water looking like a soldier running to battle,

Letting herself fall into the water

Sinking to the bottom because of her armor

although the waves topple over her.

She grinds her teeth against the sand,

the salt water shooting up her nose.

Needing a rest from battle,

She returns to the shore

and replenishes herself by getting fresh water.

The freshness rushes through her body.

She is a cool glass of water on a hot summer beach day

She fights with her wet suit to get in it

She grabs her board and rushes back to the water

Into the water she plops on her stomach like a penguin

She waits looking for the perfect wave,

out of the blue there it is.

She catches the crazy curly wave,

and rides it all the way to shore

She is so proud of herself

and can’t wait to wake up the next morning and return to battle again.

The Struggles Of A Rainy Day

Poetry By: Nancy B., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note:  I was inspired to write this poem on a rainy day to show that even on a sad depressing day, one little thing could change your whole day.

Setting Fire to the Rain digital painting by: Keca love

Setting Fire to the Rain digital painting by: Keca love



When she wakes in her bed of clouds,

she already knows it will be a dark and dingy day,

The dampness outside makes it impossible to get up


The chill creeping through the window makes her hold her blanket tighter,

As she lies there in the depressing dark room

She tries to close her eyes but the rain refuses to let her sleep,

drops slam on the window like waves crashing on shore


Then she hears her mom who has awoken from this horrible storm

and is cooking in the kitchen

She suddenly decides to throw off her warm blanket and open her window,

the whole day suddenly gets lighter


She tiptoes into the kitchen

the smell of a delicious breakfast welcomes her,

and the “sizzles and pops” of the frying pan

drown out the sound of the rain.

Girl photo art by: assasain124

Girl photo art by: assasain124

She Only Makes It Look Easy

Poem By: Sarah R.

Ballerinas drawing by: Keca love

Ballerinas drawing by: Keca love

From the audience it looks easy

“She just knows how to do that”

Right?

Here’s the truth

She spends every waking moment rehearsing for a single performance

she has to smell the scrumptious scents of food that she

can’t have because she has to fit into her costume

She has to suffer hearing her bones cracking

and her muscles telling her to stop but she has to ignore them

She spends every penny on pink pointe shoes

that only last a week…. if she’s lucky

She has to suffer the agony of her toenail barely attached to her toe,

but she has to keep dancing,

But worst of all,

she has to suffer

people underestimating how strong she is

they have no idea

Until they’ve DANCED in her shoes.