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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Deja,
Grade 10
The hurt was captured In a complete expression by her beside The unreal feelings brought into a room of Family, friends and the hated light ahead. A droplet of something so salty and wet Explained the question of a lifetime. A breath from a snotty nose, Innocent child was taken in the confusion of this silent, screaming room. Then there was a break Not for better but worse the compete condition, Only this fairly new. A stranger that they were so familiar with took them under his wing. He promised she would be safe and
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Dominique,
Grade 9
Red shoes gave her confidence She didn't need to click her heels She felt at home Soles skidded gleefully as she twirled She radiated red as light beamed off the shine of her shoes As bright as the twinkle in her eye But it's just a twinkle in her eye When the straps slip off, she loses her high.
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
Poem
a poem by Gray,
Grade 11
I'm the snow today Like the cold As we know We are bold But as we saw Will know How we feel Like a steel And I will cause burr In the winter People wearing fear In winter So as the storm I'm burst We will have the curst I make wind forever As I will blow For the holy worst of all I'm the snow today.
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Holly,
Grade 10
For myself I write to send with you a jacket Two years nothing lost, nothing gained Black for the shade of your glassy eyes Hearts, hardened, sickness ours Form-fitting, inseparable, resembles The two of us, once The smell of my body lurks heavily Brings tears to your black eyes? Warmth to your hardened heart? The thickness of my odor in your nose is sweet, sickeningly sweet. When I ask, you refuse to take it Yet there it lies, on your bed sheets; Black as the nights we lie, under stars
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
The Letter Writing Proves
a poem by Janet,
Grade 10
The blank page is mocking me Staring back, a reminder of the fact I lack the courage to send this. My pen meets the page My love and rage combine creating Harsh words That I immediately take back in fear of how you'll React. Sitting with less than perfect posture Hunched over, why should I bother telling you this? Pen. Scribbling Handwriting. Illegible. So I can be honest without you knowing the truth That these facades degrade our relationship Leaving us to cherish generic moments.
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Luria,
Grade 11
Your love is like a magnet and I am so attracted to you opposite energy pulling me deeper into this game that is our love where you know all the rules and I'm struggling to keep up. When I try to dive into the depths of your soul your restraint leaves me faint and fighting to keep hold You caress me with the sounds of your sweetness dismiss me with the greatest discreetness. You kiss me with sealed lips controlling my emotions with every glimpse without a clue what you're thinking
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
Black Socks
a poem by Melena,
Grade 11
I write this poem for myself In regards to the one possession I would be incomplete without Once black Now holy charcoal They still hold Despite their age
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Miona,
Grade 9
Her soft heart just wanted a clean dog. Literally. The sponge and soap were catalysts for cleanliness Really. She wanted no trouble in the middle of the ghetto. The cinnamon in her smile. The gentle stroke of a soaked towel. The playful whimpers of a tame terrier. Wanted no trouble in the middle of the ghetto. Bang! Bang! Bang! Aah! Boom. Enough blood to fill a doggie bowl or two. Limbs contorted in a manner, haphazard with no manners. Her heart only beats in the back of her mommy's memories.
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Morgan,
Grade 11
The black line Isn't so bright With eyes Closed tight Eyes so wide Sun so high The rays Just begin to reach you Ink begins To run real thin No more room To write down what's within Forgotten, maybe I wanted it big Remembered, man it was pretty thin Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm Forget that great tune within Remembering now There shall be amend And when we reach that end The black light will run thin no longer bright.
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Cecilia Pinto, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Ellen Estrada
Teachers: Molly Spooner
School: Walter Payton College Prep High School
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a poem by Ola,
Grade 10
Black lagoon cat, sausage Meat don't eat it anymore (Maybe he was insubordinate) You want meow mix, now (He kept turning his head) Speak up, now. 800 decibels of cat yowls gets Me nowhere (Twas another bad day) Just take it, overlook the Tomato-reminiscent taste (to protect and serve) Ok cat, let's Give it a rest and (He slammed his head against the wall) No tears. Don't throw out your secrets. They're Almost as weird as you.
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