Mr. Marroquin 6th Grade Group 1
I am paper.
I am missing my siblings,
because students are grabbing
and taking them one by one,
and people keep throwing
them out.
They fold me and what I
could do is give them
a paper cut and get
pay back.
I wish to eat something new like a burrito.
Everybody pets me because I am awesome,
that’s why they pet me.
I wish to be able to understand why
I get on trouble for things
that I do for fun.
I would like to understand what
the people are saying.
If I was a bed, I would tell myself,
good night, sleep well.
If I were to let someone lay
on me, I would want them
to be comfortable
and have good dreams.
In the morning I would wake
up the person if they go
to work or school, that way
they’re not late.
Mr. Marroquin 6th Grade Group 2
I really like to sit on top of the shelf
and like to see what people are
doing from afar.
Some people don’t like when
when I do that because
I look creepy.
I don’t care because
I look pretty.
I also like to sneak
out and watch the
night sky.
Being a plant is getting fed
water and dirt,
helping by managing
keeping the air clean,
and saying
feed me water
to grow faster.
Hi, I am the air.
The nice air in the Summer.
The air you like to feel
on the 4th of July.
People love me in the Summer
People don’t like me in
the Winter.
It makes me sad
in the Winter.
But now I’m happy.
Ms. Torres 6th Grade Group 3
As you begin to break me, I think of myself as just a toy.
But as I meet someone like me, I give a smile of joy.
The more I shatter, the more I break.
And the other hearts just begin to take, take and take.
Every single day is the same routine for me. I barely get to rest. Every day I get put on these people’s stinky feet with foot fungus. And I don’t even get a bath or anything, not even a shower. And when people are done using me, they just throw me on the floor upside down. And sometimes the other shoe gets lost because of this. I barely see anyone with clean shoes unlike me. When I was a new shoe, waiting in the shoe store to be bought, then someone walks in the store and buys me. I thought someone buying me was the best thing that ever happened. Turns out it wasn’t. I was treated better in the shoe store than over here. And in the store, I would just sit in the box. That’s how bad I was treated. My point is, please take care of your shoes, not just to keep them clean and stuff, but to treat them with kindness and be careful with them. Because they also have feelings like us.
Imagine being me.
I am hard and round.
All these people kick me around violently.
People hit me with their hard heads.
I roll around through the grass.