Ms. Hernandez (7th Grade)
The updates lack content
The content mediocre
The time not worth it.
Updates more frequent
content suffers
community spirit.
Good changes don’t happen.
Content buried as relevance goes
changes that happen rose value.
Flopping, hurt me, fall behind. NOT slapping
on the water
I will do it right next time and
get in front of everyone
it makes me feel like I can’t dive
Ms. Hernandez (8th Grade)
Why did you do it?
Why did you ruin my life.
You reach over the rails to catch a ball.
You are the monster.
Steve Bartman makes me mad.
Causes bullying.
You are the reason why my life is ruined.
Why are we cursed.
Why can’t we win
you remember them as gold
yet they’re copper yet to turn green
behind that perfect life you claim others to have
the intelligence you embody
your insecurities you bury to the public eye
the validation you seek
it’s obvious
I wonder how our memories are viewed
but to me it’s certain
No matter how hard I push
or beg to get away,
I know you’ll be there
you will gaze upon my victories,
but like the monster in my closet
I’ll feel your secret downfall praise
and yes,
We all know.
My blue owala,
full with fresh, cold water
was tookan.
tookan!
I turned my head for a second, and it was gone
Gone.
“lost”
“lost” is what they think.
“no one would take a water bottle, you just lost it.”
I didn’t lose it.
Someone must have took it I thought.
And I thought it was gone.
1 week
2 weeks
3 weeks. After 3 weeks I saw it. Hidden
in a spot, where I wouldn’t see it, and
would never put it.