This week as we prepare to wind down and finish up our residency, I decided to bring in a wonderful lesson plan by another Poet In Residence, Noel Quiñones. We started off by listening to an excerp of the podcast Everything is Alive when a satellite was interviewed and shared her perspective of floating in space. Then we read a persona poem by Greg Santos called Hulk Smash where he writes from the perspective of the Incredible Hulk trying to deal with his anger issues in therapy! Students then picked an object and after brainstorming about a day in the life of that object got to work on their own persona poems. These were so fun to read and I hope you enjoy this week’s work!
Ms. Caplans Class
Dog
Melody
Hi I’m a dog obviously
My name is Colby
take me on a walk,
after that walk
I’ll pee in my house
then I get yelled at
and sent out for no
reason.
Like bro my bad.
But they are always
mad.
What did I do?
Hello Kitty
Angelica
I am five apples tall, I am shorter than
most of my friends. I have a small red bow
on my right ear that sits perfectly making
me feel incomplete without it. I am a cat,
even though it’s in my name people always assume
I’m not a cat, but if I’m not a cat what would I be?
I wish I could be a dog like Cinnammon Roll but
people always assume he’s something else too.
I have to to wake up early to work in my bakery
shop. My friends sometimes help. My Melody says
I should take a break, but I don’t take breaks.
I can never seem to relax, I always
have something on my mind.
Ms. Murray’s Class
A Book
Bianca M.
When I wake up I am
surrounded by darkness
my spine aches after sitting
here throughout the night.
On cue, an alarm sounds
and I’m being moved.
I stay in the same position until
around 8:00am! I’m being
put onto table along
with colorful notebooks
If you were to ask me
I would describe myself
as big, rectangular, colorful!
I come from people who wanted to
tell tales, but for now I am put
into another dark space, but a
little bit of light shines
on my head.
I wish people didn’t think I was
so boring! And then, the room
goes mostly silent, and someone
opens me. After some time I’m put
back into darkness. Till the end
of the day.
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Emily L.
I am pencil.
I am the ones that come
from trees and have rubber
on top of our heads.
I wear mine like a crown
because
everyone wants a
pencil that has an eraser.
A typical day for me looks
like a boring, tragic, and amazing day,
becasue I lay on the table,
watching the other pencil
go missing, or break
but amazing because
I get to help draw
and write.
I think my job as
an ordinary pencil is
important because I
help start to me the ideas.
Not like my enemies
pen and marker, who take all the credit.
But I, the pencil, help put your
imagination and words on
paper.
