“My voice, which tries to help people like air”

This week, we focused on our voices, and students were introduced to poetry slams and spoken word. We watched a recording of “We Day Poem” by the teenagers who were part of the 2016 Chicago Louder Than A Bomb. Then, students brainstormed what their own voices sounded like in the different parts of their lives and wrote poems inspired by thinking about their voices or the voices around them. Read them below!

Mr. Smith’s Classroom


by Rahma

صوتي الذي لا يسمعه أحد هو مثل صوت الأم

صوت، لا أحد يسمعه، ولكن عندما يستخدمونه،

وهم يعلمون أنها واحدة من أفضل الأشياء.

أيضًا، مثل الطعام سينتهي أو يفسد

يوم، ولكن إذا أكلته قبل ذلك سيكون شديدا

جيد! صوتي الذي يحاول مساعدة الناس

مثل الهواء، يساعدنا على البقاء على قيد الحياة، لكننا ننهيه

بطريقة ما.


My voice that no one hears is like a mother’s

voice, no one hears it, but when they use it,

they know that it is one of the best things.

Also, like the food will end or be ruined one

day, but if you eat it before it will be very

good! My voice, which tries to help people

like air, helps us stay alive, but we end it in

some way.


by Isabella

They tell us to be perfect but how are

we perfect if we don’t make mistakes.

If we’re perfect, we’re not human. We can’t be

perfect, it’s okay that we’re not perfect

Believe me darling, the stars are made

for falling. They put red squiggly lines

whenever we make a mistake. They point

fingers and laugh because they are afraid

of it, too. We need to speak up and say

I’m not perfect but I’m okay with it.

Being perfect is a lie, nobody is perfect.

Being perfect is overrated. People hate

what they can’t understand and I’m going

to help you understand that you don’t

have to be perfect. You don’t have to

fit into society, just be you and who you

are. You don’t have to be perfect. Don’t

let them tell you that you need to be

perfect. You don’t have to be perfect.

Just be you and don’t be perfect.


by McKinley

I come from the ripe-bold and better than


I see the big bold lights of the streets!

Seems loud, seems my style.

If I travel in the woods I’ll meet

A bear!

Traveling through his stomach I’m trying to

escape, I’m trying

Guess you can call me a


Describing your style and bold expression

Strawberry – someone confident

Bear-cruel society

Mr. Hollich’s Classrooms


by Daniel C.

My voice is like the whistle of the wind.

My voice is like the muffled sound of the sewer.

Sometimes my voice yells like a siren.

My voice is caged, always told when to

be quiet. But soon enough it will yell

like a lion.

My Potential Future

by Noah

For my future, I want to be an artist.

Drawing away, drawing off. I want this

to be an hobby for myself, and I want

to inpsire many beginners to start.

I want others to improve and I want

to prove that anything takes

practice to get good at.

I Can’t Be Free*

By Gionni

I can’t write in my own style

I can’t express myself

I am always told to not do

This Do not Do that

Every time write this write that

I am always told that

doesn’t match wear this instead

*This is not personal toward peers or teachers

Soccer Quotes

by Daniel Y.

A bad teamate plays for praise

A good teammate plays for fans

Even the worst players just need a little

encouragement to keep going

The ball is like life

it can go left and it can go right

Scoring is like beating a calling in life

A pass is like getting help from a friend

and your kicks are your courage to keep

going forward .to stand up and aim for the goal



“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.