It is still York Middle School but we have a hybrid schedule and a whole new curriculum for music and a whole new way of living at school and managing with so many complicated rules because of the pandemic.
Today I gave an assignment to write a poem while they listened to "My Favorite Things" by John Coltrane, and these are a few poems that I read. They were very sensitive and thoughtful.
My Life
Misty...
Dark...
Raining...
That's how to describe tonight
It isn't a happy day
But I like to think somewhat positive as of least there is something good every day.
I start to feel..somewhat mixed on the subway home
What am I hearing?
It's so...just..so...How to describe it? So...ominous..so breathtakingly smooth.
Like polished dark, inky black metal. That also relates
to my ...life.
Jazz
oncor
harp
nap
cat
octopise
lizard
train
rain
ant
nap
eat
Pineapples
PIneapple, Pineapple
so bright and spiny
filled with citrus so sweet to eat
Pineapple, pineapple
So Light and tight
with juice so sweet to eat
it tastes like candy.
Poem about Black Lives Matter
There's screaming in the town block
My brothers arrested by a cop
I'm screaming please, please stop
Color doesn't matter I tell the cop
I'm begging you please stop
I hope for a world where there's room for you and me
Until then can't you see
There is room for you and me.
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