FREDM by Rob Wood
Somebody wrote
What he hardly
Knew how to write
But what he knew,
With a piece of chalk
On a brick wall, And it was:
FREDM
And no literacy tests
Can disqualify him
Cause he knows It’s FREEDM
And the knowing
And the telling
Not the spelling
Shared by Rachel Kirichu
Somebody wrote
What he hardly
Knew how to write
But what he knew,
With a piece of chalk
On a brick wall, And it was:
FREDM
And no literacy tests
Can disqualify him
Cause he knows It’s FREEDM
And the knowing
And the telling
Not the spelling
Shared by Rachel Kirichu
I'm Learning
I’m learning to be respectful
and listen to my parents,
because they brought me into this world and
they can take me out!!
I’m learning not to be disrespectful,
and stay in a child’s place,
because what comes around goes around
and at a faster pace.
I find it easier just to cooperate.
Original poem written by
Ellissa Freed
and listen to my parents,
because they brought me into this world and
they can take me out!!
I’m learning not to be disrespectful,
and stay in a child’s place,
because what comes around goes around
and at a faster pace.
I find it easier just to cooperate.
Original poem written by
Ellissa Freed
Grave Mother
Mother are you still my mother
Despite the dirt dance
That has become your existence?
I am confused mother!
I think of the cemetery you and grandma mingle in,
Above perhaps below
The cooked clouds
Wherever it is that souls go.
Mother, I am confused. What if no one’s watching?
You’re in the earth replacing what you took.
I’d give anything for one last look, a fresh chapter in a giving book.
Mother!
I believe that I believe
In ghosts, strick-nine, signs, posts
Mother if you are a ghost are you still my mother?
Are we still joined
Or do I carry on homeless?
Mother, I am confused
Are you still my mother?!?
By Janiah Batchelor
Mother are you still my mother
Despite the dirt dance
That has become your existence?
I am confused mother!
I think of the cemetery you and grandma mingle in,
Above perhaps below
The cooked clouds
Wherever it is that souls go.
Mother, I am confused. What if no one’s watching?
You’re in the earth replacing what you took.
I’d give anything for one last look, a fresh chapter in a giving book.
Mother!
I believe that I believe
In ghosts, strick-nine, signs, posts
Mother if you are a ghost are you still my mother?
Are we still joined
Or do I carry on homeless?
Mother, I am confused
Are you still my mother?!?
By Janiah Batchelor