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I look up.

It’s touching me.

Oh, ceiling fan.

Cool air flows above me.

It’s unending and complete.

Oh, ceiling fan .

Wish the switch didn’t brake.

I could turn you on.

Oh , ceiling fan.

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There are a lot of sports in the world today

But soccer is the best

Its more fun than basketball

And better than the rest of the sports

Soccer is my favorite sport

Nothing else is my favorite sport

It can be tons of fun

Only if you know how to play

I love when we win

But it's over at the whistle

I still want to play after

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The flames fume the house,
smoke rising above.
Furniture destroyed, memories gone
Pictures nothing but ash, photos erased.

People cry, weeping of tears.
The count of people,
burned to death.
The smoke continues to rise,
the neighbors fear nearby trees will blaze too.

Thankfully the men in red come,
the sirens are shouting
The hose spurts it’s water,
The firefighters, the red heroes,
Direct the water to the house.
The chief try’s to do everything in his power to help
Firefighters count the people, animals, and loses.

“Thank you!” the family shouts,
the sad tears to happy as the men in red are there.
The red heroes get hugs, thank you, and praise.

The fire blaze dies,
just like the photos, furniture and house.
But everyone is safe, secure, and sound.
Thanks to the men in red!

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The table and chairs set up

The smell of cooking food on the grill.

All the kids outside playing

All the people gathered.

All the bugs fly around you

Sitting outside and eat food on grill and barbecue food

Enjoy the fresh air

Being comfortable in shorts and tee shirts

people playing music outside

Hearing all the animals.

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I am strong and smart

I wonder about my success in the future

I hear my ears cry for peace and quiet

I see the bright light at the end of the tunnel

I wanna be free like a wildfire

I am strong and smart

I pretend i am a winged human

I feel the burn passion for my peaceful future with the person i love

I touch a winter's firey cold wind

I worry about the fire of the world

I cry to see no peace

I am strong and smart

I understand the care and push they have for me

I say i am in love with the world

I dream about peace and quiet

I try to stay on the straight and right path

I hope to be with my girlfriend forever

I am strong and smart

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I just happened to look at the right time.

There my father was stopped on the side of the road,

After calling him a few times I grabbed my items and left.

The sirens coming from behind me and in front of me...

Suddenly I see him there on the ground.

I will never forget the screams that came from me.

“OH no, Daddy please don’t die on me.”

I don’t remember putting the car in park but I do remember the weights on top of me which pulled me to my knees as the tears came falling down.

Calls coming in left and right as I try to figure out what happened.

Fast forward

Sitting waiting in the small room filled with fear.

We watch as the doctors file in and slowly start to shut the door....

The tears slowly start falling down our faces.

They say they tried their best.

Sitting in the corner I listen to the phone call to my mother as she is flying down the parkway.

The screams of denial.

Hearing the pain in her voice smashed my heart more.

“My dad died, he didn’t hear me begging for him to stay.”

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I really like football because you get to hit people Football helps get rid of your anger   Football is America's favorite sport Football helps people get through hard times Everyone gets together for the super bowl Football brings family and friends together Football changes peoples lives for the better Football has a lot of different ways you can play even if you don't go pro There are shows that give kids who are juveniles a second chance for football That's all that football does for America              

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I really like football because you get to hit people Football helps get rid of your anger   Football is America's favorite sport Football helps people get through hard times Everyone gets together for the super bowl Football brings family and friends together Football changes peoples lives for the better Football has a lot of different ways you can play even if you don't go pro There are shows that give kids who are juveniles a second chance for football That's all that football does for America              

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In the morning By Ryan Luna inspired by Charlie Duncan Green

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In the morning By Ryan Luna inspired by Charlie Duncan Green

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Bright lights of white, shine above
in the morning
Leaves dark green, appears though all
As summers arrives
Life thrives though
When sun pierces the darken night
In the morning
Insects munches the grass
As the birds sing to all
In the Morning

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Game Day

Always exciting and nerve racking

I step on the pitching mound hearing the crowd go wild

Teammates cheering for each other

The first breathe of cold fresh air

The feeling of the cleats digging into the ground

Hearing the crack of the bat

You watch how the ball  flies through air like an airplane

My center fielder runs to get in position to catch the ball

The sound of the crowd cheering when she catches it

The relief the pitcher has

Than the game goes on and on

How girls fall more in love with playing their favorite sport

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I am brave, quiet, and shy

I wonder driving

I hear birds singing

I see the jungle with a lot of animals that do not eat you and they are nice

I want a car and dogs

I am a kid  and do not talk a lot

I pretend to be a doctor

I feel free and happy

I touch water and swimming

I worry about school if I’m going to pass

I happy with family and friends

I pretend to be a super doctor and no more face masks

I understand that I speak Spanish and English

I say I am Catholic

I dream of having a good car

I try playing soccer

I hope 2023 is a good year for me and no more sickness

I am a teenage girl  and  I still have hope in life

Bye now have a good one

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I tend to do late night calls with my friends since someone I love did that to me until I fall

asleep with them in call or until our phones died so I do the same thing to my friends now

Once in middle school me and group of online friends fell in love with musicals that is one the biggest reasons why I love the theater arts now

Once while watching a twitch stream a random stranger dm telling that they are proud of me saying I’m worth it and beautiful now every time I’m watching a stream and its about to end I always leave a message in chat saying I hope all of you guys have a goodnight/good day telling them that they matter and I’m proud of they no matter how life is hard because I know it will make someone's day better

I tend to hug my friends when I’m about to leave because my grandpa did it to me when I saw him for the last time now I do it to them since I don’t know when is the last time I will see them

I text a friend I always tend to leave them with this message “:D” because I saw someone else doing it

My favorite Nintendo is Kirby because someone I love gave me a kirby plush on Valentines day saying it reminds me of your puffy cheeks when you get mad now when I play any smash bro game I always play as Kirby because of them

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 I am a young female          My race is hispanic                 I am in between poor and wealthy                                     I am christian                          I speak spanish                        I have a family of 6	            I live in a calm neighborhood I have very few friends      My hobbies are baking, dancing and drawing         My interests are cooking, traveling and exploring     My activities are taking a walking and riding my bike			                             

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 I am a young female          My race is hispanic                 I am in between poor and wealthy                                     I am christian                          I speak spanish                        I have a family of 6	            I live in a calm neighborhood I have very few friends      My hobbies are baking, dancing and drawing         My interests are cooking, traveling and exploring     My activities are taking a walking and riding my bike			                             

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I am that kid                            I am that kid who walks through the storm.                 I am that kid who doesn't fold under pressure.               I am that kid who is the teflon through the fire.          I am that kid who will make a difference.                             I am that kid who wants equality.                                     I am that kid who wants his voice to be heard.                    I am that kid who fights for what's right.                             I am that kid who follows that golden rule.                      I am that kid who isn't afraid to speak their mind.               I am that kid who tries to reach the highest heights.     I am that kid.                                                   

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I am that kid                            I am that kid who walks through the storm.                 I am that kid who doesn't fold under pressure.               I am that kid who is the teflon through the fire.          I am that kid who will make a difference.                             I am that kid who wants equality.                                     I am that kid who wants his voice to be heard.                    I am that kid who fights for what's right.                             I am that kid who follows that golden rule.                      I am that kid who isn't afraid to speak their mind.               I am that kid who tries to reach the highest heights.     I am that kid.                                                   

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I am loving and kind

I wonder about my own future

I hear crying and screaming

I want to find happiness

I am loving and kind

I pretend i can fly

I feel love

I worry about her

I cry when i’m sad

I am loving and kind

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Dinner together

Finally

Cooking heat and happy kitchen commotion

Sweet and savory gravy

Tangy oil and vinegar dressing

Dad’s family recipe

Clinking glasses and clanging silverwave

Try not to bang the plates together!

Soft cushion chairs supporting

Laughter, banter, jokes, and goodwill

No masks

Finally

Yes, I’ll have dessert and coffee…

And a hug and kiss goodbye

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~ a ‘found poem’ from page 229 of The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

School next year?

Right here, where I’ve always been.

You could come with me.

Everything happened before we knew stuff;

So, I’m asking you again, come with me.

Breathe deeply for a second.

I expect you know.

Wow, we laughed.

Yeah, I said.

People who move around, who keep moving -

That sounds about right.

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I Have to Write a Poem for Class by Jack Prelutsky

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I Have to Write a Poem for Class by Jack Prelutsky

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I have to write a poem for class
But don't think I'll succeed,
I know I don't know all the words
That I am going to need.
I cannot quite imagine
How my poem's supposed to be —
I've got a sinking feeling
I'm not good at poetry.

My poem must have a meter
And it also has to rhyme,
It's due tomorrow morning…
How I wish I had more time!
I do not think that I can write
A poem the way I should —
But look…this is a poem right here,
And it is pretty good.

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We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We

were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike.

It was difficult to lose days in the Indian bar if you were straight.

Easy if you played pool and drank to remember to forget. We

made plans to be professional — and did. And some of us could sing

so we drummed a fire-lit pathway up to those starry stars. Sin

was invented by the Christians, as was the Devil, we sang. We

were the heathens, but needed to be saved from them — thin

chance. We knew we were all related in this story, a little gin

will clarify the dark and make us all feel like dancing. We

had something to do with the origins of blues and jazz

I argued with a Pueblo as I filled the jukebox with dimes in June,

forty years later and we still want justice. We are still America. We

know the rumors of our demise. We spit them out. They die

soon.

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Follow them, stop, turn around

Go the other way.

Left, right,

Mine, yours.

We become lost,

Unsteady.

Take a deep breath,

Pray.

You will not always be lost.
You are right here,

In your time,

In your place.

1. North
Star, guidance as we look up

To the brightest white

Hoping it leads you to where you want to go,

Hoping that it knows where you should be.

We find our peace here in the white,

Gather our strength, our breath, and learn how to be.

2. East
The sun rises,

Red,

Morning heat on our face even on the coldest morning.

The sun creates life,

Energy,

Nourishment.

Gather strength, pull it in

Be right where you are.

3. South
Butterfly flits

Spreads yellow beauty.

We have come to this moment in time

Step by step,

We don’t always listen to directions,

We let the current carry us,

Push us,

Force us along the path.

We stumble,

Get up and keep moving.

4. West
Sunsets, brings

Darkness,

Brings black.

We find solitude,

Time to take in breath and

Pray.

Even in darkness you

Can be found.

Call out even in a whisper

Or whimper,

You will be heard.

To find,

To be found,

To be understood,

To be seen,

Heard, felt.

You are,

Breath.

You are,
Memory.

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Lost voices by Darius Simpson and Scout Bostley

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Lost voices by Darius Simpson and Scout Bostley

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Darius Simpson & Scout Bostley - Lost Voices

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The rising sun paints the feet

of night-crawling enemies.

And they scatter into the burning hills.

I have fought each of them.

I know them by name.

From before I could speak.

I’ve used every weapon.

To make them retreat.

Yet they return every night

If I don’t keep guard

They elbow through openings in faith

Tear the premise of trust

And stick their shields through the doubt of smoke

To challenge me.

I grow tired of the heartache

Of every small and large war

Passed from generation

To generation.

But it is not in me to give up.

I was taught to give honour to the house of the warriors

Which cannot exist without the house of the peacemakers.

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We the people live in a less than perfect union

That accuses the vulnerable and never the top class and race

When children are ‘illegal’ and intolerance bans humans

I wonder who ‘we the people’ are in the first place

‘We the people’ meant All Lives Matter, but are white lives living a coincidence

When if you’re not male or pale you get destroyed for demonstrating dissidence?

When the color of his skin gives a killer assumed innocence?

But still we will rise up, advocate and activate, with the peoples’ diligence

Let’s speak names to we the people

So they are not lost in executive orders’ lines

Protect them from 🤬 of tweet, pen, bullet, or steeple

Sturdy our spines to keep making signs and reading the signs

It’s hectic, apocalyptic, there’s skeptics, but we can be united.

For what makes America great is diversity and democracy reignited

In excitement they call for an indictment but I think 4 years are far too farsighted

What can the enlightened do NOW for the blighted so wrongs are righted?

We the people are brave enough to love this country’s creed

We the people love this country enough to question its misdeeds

We the people question enough to build upon this foundation

We the people erect an improved hilltop of a nation

Indivisible by where we come from, or who we are born

We the people are those who let freedom ring

So that no matter how we love, talk, pray, or mourn

This America too is ours to build and ours to sing

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Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation

right across the border from the liquor store

and he stays open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week

and the Indians come running in with jewelry

television sets, a VCR, a full-length beaded buckskin outfit

It took Inez Muse 12 years to finish. Buffalo Bill

takes everything the Indians have to offer, keeps it

all catalogued and filed in a storage room. The Indians

pawn their hands, saving the thumbs for last, they pawn

their skeletons, falling endlessly from the skin

and when the last Indian has pawned everything

but his heart, Buffalo Bill takes that for twenty bucks

closes up the pawn shop, paints a new sign over the old

calls his venture THE MUSEUM OF NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURES

charges the Indians five bucks a head to enter.

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I am glad that I am not one of those
Big Con Edison pipes that sits by the
River crying smoke
I am glad that I am not the doorknob
Of a police car patrolling the Lower
East Side
How cool I am not a subway token
That has been lost and is sitting
Quietly and lonely by the edge of
A building on 47th Street
I am nothing and no one
I am the possibility of everything
I am a man in this crazy city
I am a door and a glass of water
I am a guitar string cutting through the
Smog
Vibrating and bringing morning
My head is a butterfly
Over the traffic jams.