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Read the poems your classmates chose and review them on a scale of 1-5 stars.

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Read the poems your classmates chose and review them on a scale of 1-5 stars.

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juxtaposing the black boy and the bullet by Danez Smith (Tre Wilson)

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juxtaposing the black boy and the bullet by Danez Smith (Tre Wilson)

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one is hard & the other tried to be

one is fast & the other was faster

one is loud & one is a song
with one note & endless rest

one's whole life is a flash

both spend their life
trying to find a warmth to call home

both spark quite the debate,
some folks want to protect them/some think we should just get rid
of the damn things all together.

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The Red Sweater by Joseph O. Legaspi (Elizabeth, Jorge)

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The Red Sweater by Joseph O. Legaspi (Elizabeth, Jorge)

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slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
to have it my mother worked twenty
hours at the fast-food joint.
The sweater fits like a lover,
sleeves snug, thin on the waist.
As I run my fingers through the knit,
I see my mother over the hot oil in the fryers
dipping a strainer full of stringed potatoes.
In a twenty hour period my mother waits
on hundreds of customers: she pushes
each order under ninety seconds, slaps
the refried beans she mashed during prep time,
the lull before rush hours, onto steamed tortillas,
the room's pressing heat melting her make-up.
Every clean strand of weave becomes a question.
How many burritos can one make in a continuous day?
How many pounds of onions, lettuce and tomatoes
pass through the slicer? How do her wrists
sustain the scraping, lifting and flipping
of meat patties?           And twenty

hours are merely links
in the chain of days startlingly similar,
that begin in the blue morning with my mother
putting on her polyester uniform, which,
even when it's newly-washed, smells
of mashed beans and cooked ground beef.

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How I Am by Jason Shinder (Osama, DJ, November, Hser Loo)

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How I Am by Jason Shinder (Osama, DJ, November, Hser Loo)

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When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
Or if I am falling to earth weighing less

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up

with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.

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The cities inside us by Alberto Rios (Maya, Kiarra, BJ)

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The cities inside us by Alberto Rios (Maya, Kiarra, BJ)

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We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.

We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.

They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.

You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us

There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people

We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are

But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.

We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.

It's loud inside us, in there, and when we speak
In the outside world

We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm

Not reach out
In place of the tongue.

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Falling by Patrick Phillips (Dah Soe, Paw Moo, Hser Ku Htoo)

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Falling by Patrick Phillips (Dah Soe, Paw Moo, Hser Ku Htoo)

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The truth is that I fall in love
so easily because

it's easy.
It happens

a dozen times some days.
I've lived whole lives,

had children,
grown old, and died

in the arms of other women
in no more time

than it takes the 2-train
to get from City Hall to Brooklyn,

which brings me back
to you: the only one

I fall in love with
at least once every day—

not because
there are no other

lovely women in the world,
but because each time,

dying in their arms,
I call your name.

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won’t you celebrate with me By Lucille Clifton (Joey, S. Say, Brayan R)

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won’t you celebrate with me By Lucille Clifton (Joey, S. Say, Brayan R)

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won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

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4 Stars

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3 and 1/2 stars

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Dj

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3.5 Stars

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Osama ⭐️⭐️Stars

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4.5 Stars

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⭐️⭐️ Dj

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4

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Osama ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Dj

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Osama ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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I can relate to this story on a personal level, I struggle with mental health and since I don’t want others to worry about me, I say nothing. 4.5 Stars

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4/5 “This story goes Hard”

-Someone In Particular

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Osama⭐️⭐️⭐️

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3.5

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3.5/5

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3 1/2

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3.5

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As someone who is always struggling with social anxiety and ADHD, with medication that helps my ADHD but makes my anxiety worse, I really feel connected with this one.

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5 stars. Because it’s a little comforting to see that other people feel this way. :)

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💓💓💓💓- maya

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2/5

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💓💓- maya

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3/5 ⭐️ -BJ

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💓💓💓💓- maya

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💓💓💓💓💓- maya

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2/5

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💓💓💓💓- maya

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Ashley⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Ashley⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Ashley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Ashley⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Ashley⭐️⭐️⭐️