My People, My People

This week’s lesson was borrowed from fellow Poet In Residence Philip Berezney. Students came into our space giddy to share life updates and poems that they’ve been working on outside of our Tuesday space. After catching up, we first shared who comes to mind when we say “my people.” We chatted for a bit, then listened to a reading of Fatimah Asghar’s “If They Should Come For Us.” Students noted some of the individuals and communities that make an appearance in the poem, then brainstormed before writing some poems of their own. Check out some below:

My People

by Ka’Mya M.

Yea girl

Them my people

my tree bark

and fruit breeze

my ruler of breathless giggle

those my people



by Sasha W. 

My people?

My people.

My people!

My people that are “loud”

My people that are “too proud”

Why shame my people for “our” confidence

and congrats. “Why” when you

know we can shame back.

Regardless of our demeanor,

Voice, and tude. We can,

will, did, and always see

an argument through and through.

“My people” is me, us,

and ours, that’s who.




“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.