Drawing by: Cassandra K., Age 12, Fairview, New Jersey

Drawing by: Cassandra K., Age 12, Fairview, New Jersey

Good Old Days

Poem By: Erika C., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note: This poem is about how I have changed over the years from playing pretend to where I am now.

Digital painting by: EgoFruit

Digital painting by: EgoFruit

As I wander through my toys of when I was younger

All the memories start rushing back

The memories are so clear that if  feels like

the clock went back in time to my childhood

To a time when I used to play pretend

I can feel the soft silky princess dresses

that I used to wear around the house

I start to recall the memory of when my sister and I would put on shows

for mom and dad

To a time when my parents kisses were as sweet as Hershey kisses

And  my first visit to Dominican Republic

Now I know it’s true what my parents always say

Time goes by fast when you’re having fun

But my journey in life has just begun

Drawing by: Carina K., Boulder, Colorado

Drawing by: Carina K., Boulder, Colorado

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.