Self Portraits with Words

How do we paint a picture of ourselves with words? that’s the question that guided our last session at Waters elementary. First, students drew cartoon versions of themselves. Then, we read “Self Portrait” by John Lee Clark, a poem where he described himself on the morning of his birthday (at the beginning of the pandemic). Take a look at students’ self portrait poems below:

Ms. Smallwood’s 6th Grade Class

by Demian SdB

Without my frirnds i am absolutely

Nature is where my sense of adventure
and energy comes from

Internet gives me the stability 
to express myself

Snacks give me the energy to
be me

Video games make me feel
inside of new worlds

by Keira W.

Every day I wake up and think is today soccer?

I get out of bed and think why is my hair so thin?

I rub my eyes and think why do I have hazel
eyes like the forest?

I do my skincare and think what will I look
like when I’m older

As I finish getting ready I think why do I think?

by Alexa B.

I get out of bed
and walk to my closet.
I change out of my pajamas
and stare at my nails.
I need to repaint them,
but not today.
I go to the bathroom 
and run a brush through my
long, blonde hair.
I try to decide what to do
with my hair.
My friends say I always 
do something with it
and it’s true.
After I put my hair 
up, I put lotion
on my
dry, cracked hands
and chapstick on
my lips

Ms. Hooper’s 6th Grade Class

by Brennon H.

I am baseball, volleyball, football, and fishing
I have fierce freckles that yell “Beware,” and
unique bumps on my arms. The sun is my second
home, and my dark eyes are like the hurricane’s eye. 

Self-Portrait Poem
by Freddy P.

My mom tells me to get uo for the
thrid time. My brain tight my eyes loose,
another day. I throw on one of 
my dozen Under Armour t-shirts and
a pair of shorts. As i sprint like
a cheetah downstairs, I grab my favorite hoodie
and rush out the door. As I walk 
to school my body feels like
hot spaghetti boiling and I 
say, “This is hard.”

Mr. D’s 6th Grade Class

*Me time*
by Riley D.

my mom is really cool but she still always makes
me go to school. siblings are always nice until
they make you pay the price. I like playing sports
almost as much as I like going to resorts.
when i run to school, I see the sun it always
makes it feel so much more fun. once i rode
a lime when it rain out of time, i felt like i
did a crime. 

by Nathan B.

from basketball to tennis
from my family + friends
there are so many reasons I get up
knowing each day will be different

The Taco Eater
by Christopher Q.

tacos gone, gone from this world, devoured
by Chris the taco eater. he can eat so 
many tacos because he can build walls – but wait
the wall is made from tacos, that means he has to
eat the wall and then he won’t help to
build a wall. they did we built the wall.
the end.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.