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My Poetry. By: Ms. Castillo. The World Around Me. Multi-Cultural. Children’s Rhymes by: Langston Hughes.
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My Poetry By: Ms. Castillo
The World Around Me Multi-Cultural
Children’s Rhymesby: Langston Hughes By what sendsthe white kidsI ain't sent:I know I can'tbe President.What don't bugthem white kidssure bugs me:We know everybodyain't free.Lies written downfor white folksain't for us a-tall:Liberty And Justice--Huh!--For All?
Sharpen Sharpen Sharpenby: Kenn Nesbitt Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen. I crank the handle fast. Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen. Until it's sharp at last. Scribble, scribble, scribble. Hey wait! It still won't write. Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen. I crank with all my might. Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen. It must be done, I guess. Scribble, scribble, dribble. Oh goodness, what a mess! Darn it, darn it, darn it. I guess I'll start again. Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!I need another pen.
Excuses, Excuses by: Joyce Armor I couldn't do my homework.I had asthma and was wheezing.I had nosebleeds, measles, heat rash,with some very painful sneezing,and itchy skin with blisters-oh so blotchy red and hivy-malaria and toothaches,and a patch of poison ivy,eight spider bites and hair loss,and a broken leg with scabies,Rocky Mountain spotted fever,and a full-blown case of rabies.I suffered-it was awful-but I'm feeling better now.Could I have done my homework?No, I really don't see how.
Meatloaf by: Linda Knaus My mother made a meatloaf but I think she made it wrong. It could be that she cooked it just a little bit too long. She pulled it from the oven; and we all began to choke. The meatloaf was on fire and the kitchen filled with smoke. The smoke detectors squealed at all the flaming meatloaf haze. My father used his drink to try extinguishing the blaze. Mom shrieked and dropped the meatloaf; it exploded with a boom, and splattered blackened globs on every surface in the room. The dog passed out. The kitten hid. My brother screamed and fled. The baby ate a piece of meatloaf sticking to her head. My father started yelling and my sister went berserk. But I kept cool and said, "at least our smoke detectors work."
Through The Eyes of a Childby: Brianna K. Slone When I was only two years old, My daddy went away. He swore he'd always love me, But he said he couldn't stay. Days turned into weeks And weeks turned into years. I never saw my father, He never saw my tears. He never read me bedtime stories Or tucked me in at night. He never showed up for my birthdays, But I always hoped he might. He missed my first day of kindergarten And all of my school plays. He doesn't know how smart I am, My report cards full of A's. Sometimes I want to call him To say Hey Dad I'm still alive! I'll be 16 years old soon, Will you teach me how to drive? It’s almost time for college, The years go by so fast. I'm looking forward to my future, But I'm still trapped within my past. I guess I'll never understand, Did I do something bad? My parents got divorced, But why did I lose my dad?
Today I Got a Valentineby: Kenn Nesbitt Today I Got a Valentine from everyone but Kay. But that's alright... I never liked her that much anyway. She never trades her Oreos. She isn't good at catch. She doesn't like my favorite bands. Her socks don't often match. She doesn't play computer games. She wears her hair in braids. She's something of a teacher's pet and always gets good grades. She dots her i's with little hearts. She's always reading books. Whenever I'm around, she gives me such confusing looks. But, oh my goodness, here comes Kay, and what is this I see? It seems she has an extra special Valentine for me. It's big and red has the words "Will you be mine today?" I always said there's no one else I like as much as Kay.
Scary Costumeby: Robert Pottle With an evil eye that stares you downand a bulbous warty nose,a furrowed brow, a nasty scowl,and old outdated clothes,my costume is the scariestthe world has ever seen.I’m not an ogre, ghost, or ghoul:I’m a teacher for Halloween.