Sorrow is not our names

Before the break and subsequent new year, Waters 6th graders had an opportunity to consider the power of imagery. Ross Gay is a great poet in that respect, one who combines optimism with vivid language. We read “Sorrow Is Not My Name” and talked about its meaning, and what it means to look for the joy in life. Then, students wrote about their joys and sorrows. Take a look below and enjoy!

Ms. Hooper Class

Hot Gun Glue Nora M.

Making a miniature house is hard.
Getting hurt is even harder.
I shot the burning glue out,
It got on my skin…
It burns, it stings…
What do I do…
I cry
I fall
I go to the sink
Water
Water
Water
Help me please
it hurts I need your help!!!

Joy of Life Alexander "Maverick"

Joy
why do we need it?
yet it is so important,
from your pet to
your friends
to your family,
feeling the soft
fur of your pet,
having fun with
your friends,
hanging with your
family, that is
Joy, forever

Untitled Sophia D.

things don’t last forever
maybe once we have too much of a good thing,
it doesn’t stay.
it leaves, leaving you with only memories
it gets worse. now there’s fighting
and all you can do is watch.

Ms. Collins Class

Separation Melanie M.J.

The day I was laying in bed
like a sloth. My mom called my
name telling me my classmates.
I wait to hear my best friend’s name.
As I wait I stand as still as a tree.
When my mom finished the list
I was as sad as a tree with no leaves.
After I got to spend time with them
I enjoyed every second with them.

Happy Hela O.

Afghanistan
school
snow
strawberry
cherry
cucumber
french fries
spaghetti
milk
gym
biking
drawing
bear
unicorn
butterfly
bunnies
flowers

Quishmellows Zack L.

Quishmellows are my life
they help calm you down when you’re angry
they are cute and cuddly
you can snuggle with them
they make you feel happy when you’re sad
Quishmellows
Quishmellows
Quishmellows
don’t forget they have feelings too
treat them nice
or else they attack you

I wonder... Addie G.

I wonder what would happen if I didn’t have a home
there would be no place to stay,
no place to live and breathe
without the pressure of the world
my home is a red velvet cupcake,
so soft and comforting on the outside
and even more on the inside

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