Raeha Khazanchi, 11Rochester, NY We Can’t Breathe Raeha Khazanchi, 11 We can’t breathe Why can’t we breathe? Because he can’t breathe Why can’t he breathe? Because his breath was stolen from his body We are not treated equally Why are we not treated equally? Because he was not treated equally Why was he not treated equally? Because this a world where your color of skin matters We are hungry Why are we hungry? Because he is hungry What are we and him hungry for? We and him are hungry for justice.
Poetry
Fish, some thoughts on COVID-19 and school by Matilda Glascott, 6
Matilda Glascott, 6McLeans, VA Fish Matilda Glascott, 6 Being at home is no fun I’d much rather be at school I bet the fish are already in one Fish are pretty cool. Fish get to eat yummy things. Fish get to go to the pool. I wish I was a fish. I wish I could go to school.
Going to the Beach, a poem by Katie Yang, 11
Katie Yang, 11San Jose, CA Going to the Beach Katie Yang, 11 YESTERDAY Beautiful day. I went to the beach. The beach is beautiful too. Shining brightly like it has just won a million dollars. Shining brightly over everyone at the beach Like it is the luckiest sun in the world. There are gentle waves And the ocean is as smooth as glass and as shimmery as a mermaid’s tail Occasionally a big wave to sweep us off our feet But making sure that it eventually spits everyone back on shore. The beach is so beautiful With the floury sand and the smooth waves TODAY I want to go to the beach. I’ll bet the water is perfect And the sand will be like powdered sugar I’ll bet the beach is beautiful The powdery sand and the flat waves With the sun shining brightly like it just won a million dollars But The sun does not care for all the money in the world Having all the gold and jewels will not make it happy So perhaps the sun’s not shining brightly Perhaps it is sulking Sulking In its blanket of clouds As it tries to convince itself that everything will be okay Sulking Over all the people dying Everyone who will not go to the beach again ever TOMORROW Perhaps there is beautiful weather All the time It is not special anymore But maybe There are no beaches to go to Despite the good weather Living in our own protected bubble worlds Maybe we will be there At that time We will perhaps ask ourselves, What did the beach look like again? And someone will respond, The beach was beautiful With gentle waves And the ocean is as smooth as glass and as shimmery as a mermaid’s tail Oh I wish I could’ve gone one last time It was so beautiful The floury sand and the smooth waves . .
