In week eight of the residency, we wrote poems about the idea and experience of Community: what it means to us to be a part of a community, who is a part of our community, what do we need from our community. At school, at home, in our neighborhoods. This workshop was based on the incredible CPC poet Timothy Rey, and drew on one of his poems about the idea of community, and another poem by the great Chicago poet Gwendolyn Brooks as our inspiration.

Burbank School
By Leannie E.

Community is teamwork
School is a community
CPS is the school community
My family is my community
My friends is my community
Chicago is a community
Chicago is my community
Me and my family are a
My city is a community

By Carlos A.

It makes me think of a building.
It makes me think of people.
It makes me feel like good.
It makes me think of playing
games with people.
My family.
My friends.
My pet.
My basketball.

My Dad is My Community
By John A.

The word community makes me
Think of people and fam.
Burbank school is my community.
My Dad is a community.
I’m part of my fam community.

By Karen H.

Everyone together
People working
Students working
Teachers teaching
Kids opening their backpack
Sharpening their pencils

Community Poem
By Natalie B.

The word community makes me
feel at home.
The neighbors are very helpful for years.
I would see houses and a lot of trees in the area.
I like playing games with my neighbors but I
Always win board games.
My neighbors always help me every day.
I like to ride my bike in my community.
I make food for my neighbors every night.
We watch fireworks in the summer.
They take care of me.

By Shaibe V.

Like a city where people
Live or go to!
Like a noisy place
But at the same time

by Gino

A bunch of people.
A place.
A city.
A shelter for people.

I’m part of a community in school.
I’m part of a community in a store.
I’m part of a community for being at my class.
I’m part of a community for playing
a game with people in it.

Teachers. Staff. People. My family.

by Imani L.

My community makes my city.
My city makes my community. People driving
cars. Mrs. Jones walking her dog while wearing
her flower dress. Mr. Henry riding his bike.
Flashing lights from the street light car moving



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.