Two Tales of the Same City

The poets from Ms. Chambers class at West Park Academy for the Fine Arts wrote about the city they live in, Chicago. After analyzing Carl Sandburg’s poem “Chicago” they wrote about the negatives and positives of our beloved city.


My city is amazing

The summers are lovely

But when the weather changes

The winter can be deadly

Even though there’s gangbanging

The cops are out daily

It is fall in covid-19 is still going

But in 2022 there might be a covid 20


Guadalupe Martinez

My city is disappointing

People die every day

They attack at night and hide in the day

And “nay” they say when faced with the fuzz

The very same night a child said goodbye


But while that may seem upsetting

We look to what is good


My city is exciting

I love every day, I spend without end

My family and friends help me so

And every day they say “Go!”

My life is a privilege and I love it so dearly

I am happy with my family in the city yearly


Xavier Rodriguez

My city is a Devil

We see it on the news everyday

Violence, death, suicide

My city is truly depressing


But there’s a good side


My city is an angel

I am still alive, these stats are rare

Videos on YouTube show heartwarming things and kindness

Allison Ramirez

Chicago is out of control

With robbing, shootings, and violence

It is unfortunate and sad

And it feels as though there is not much we can do


But we can’t forget all the good things

With skyscrapers, the food, and the beautiful sights

There is hope

That Chicago will change for the better


Vianney Torres

My city is bad of covid-19

People are dying and getting sick

We have to wear masks

There’s also violence and police attacking


My city is friendly

They help you in what you need

And help you achieve your goals

They won’t let you go down and be off track


Sean Page

My City My City My City

people talk bad about my city in the cold and it gets windy every night

Hearing gunshots up at 12 they get busy

I don’t be up in the streets so I stay home so they won’t hit me

So many people done died and makes me sick

My auntie died off of drugs so then it’s lit

No wonder why they call a house a trap because it’s a trick


In my mind Chicago we got to keep the faith

Everyday made it out the bread they chased

Put money on the plate for my mama a happy day

Imma try to move them to the hills for a happy way




“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.