Mrs. Nazimek | 8th Grade
inspired by: “Bilingual/Bilingüe” , By Rhina P. Espaillat
Group Poem
recited by one person
Yariah, Nena, Damian, Miguel, Daniela, Kaylah
All 6 of us are different
but yet we continue like the 6 senses.
Our other halves, shadows
don’t like that we get attention, we are all being.
In reality do the demons change
who we are or is it just yourself?
You think back and finally listen
to yourself. Now we’re angry now we’re
sad, we’re messed up in the head, our
reputation turned out bad.
But that wasn’t us, that was
the shadows listening to voices,
we call our shadows
and they sounds like thumping pianos
[to be continued]
Group Poem
recited by one person
Skyler, Robert, Briana, Slex
We are Mexican, Puerto Rican, and White,
some are tall and short, some have glasses
some don’t.
Curly hair straight, hair.
Goofy, caring, nice, always there for each other.
Basketball, softball, baseball,
football, we are all different but it
doesn’t matter, we are all friends.
Group Poem: Happiness
recited together
Isaia C., Liliana M.
We start the school day, by the time of 2nd period
we are tired, we want to go home.
But it’s funny because when we’re at sports
we don’t wanna go home.
The feeling of being at school
and being at sports is completely different.
The pressure gets too overwhelming at times,
when we are feeling tired and overwhelmed we
remember we have practice and we get super excited!
To us it’s crazy how a sport can have that
kind of impact on you.
The feeling is indescribable
until you know the feeling.
Group Poem
Zach, Greg, Kimon, Sofia, Chile
Zach: here I’m quiet and calm but when you look
deeper, I’m loudly laughing and playing games.
Greg: Tho I might act the same here and there, the feeling is so different I feel free.
Kimon: In school I feel bored and closed in while at home I feel free and open.
Sofia: When I am with my friends, I’m laughing, smiling, being with friends,
but when I’m in class it’s different.
Chile: Laughing is all I do here but at home I’m a whole different person,
but you won’t believe us until you see us.
Group Poem: Two Sides of a Coin
recited by one person
Sky, Santi, Joel, Natalia
Like two sides of a coin, both needed to make value,
our bodies, our souls, and our personalities turn into two,
the paths of us that define who we are
we are the light shining in the stars
we can’t live in the past we need to keep moving
only having to pick one side is bruising.
Like two sides of a coin, both needed to make value,
some say we don’t have value but we’ll never truly devalue
the opposite sides of us, meeting in the middle.
All of us are different like a bag of skittles,
our hearts engulfed in discovery
even when we were knocked down, we always had a recovery.
Like two sides of a coin, both needed to make value
I wonder if people can tell the difference, can you?
Group Poem: “Two-Faced”
Khiana H., Amorja G., Christian S.
“There’s always two sides to every story.” They say, but what is real?
I’m not the same with or without,
I’m a leaf in the wind, I’m never
in the same place.
One day I’m flourishing green, the
other I’m withering away knowing I
can’t stay the same.
I’m a stray
showing affection at first,
the next I’m cold and unfeeling,
won’t let my true colors show.
But there’s a side that shines bright.
I’m two-faced,
sweet by the hour but I’ll become bitter and sour.
Outside I’ll say “hi”, inside
we will just walk by.
These things complete me
No matter who I ought to be,
I’m two-faced.
