In Ms. Budzileni’s 8th grade, we spent some time revising poems that we had already written and were excited about. We had a poetry reading and the student’s did an amazing job!
My name is great and powerful in Arabic,
weak and small in English.
People butcher my name when they call me Salay,
they chop my name in half,
and replace the leh with lay,
but who is salay?
My name is SALEH!
A name of a great and powerful prophet
of the past.
At the Table
I see my family surrounding me around the table,
I hear my parents call my name,
my dad starts playing Spanish birthday
music on his guitar,
I smell the candles melting,
I cut the smooth chocolate cake with a knife,
the blade cutting through like butter,
I taste the sweet chocolate cake
exploding in my mouth.
The Living Room
After a long stressful day we crawl
to the living room. A place to
recharge after a hard day. The place
where time doesn’t exist and our
laughs are endless. The place where we
also sometimes argue over what we’re
gonna watch in the tv. But in the end
the tv is king and everyone
is watching every move. No matter
if it’s explosive thrillers or suspensful