I’m Fine Kathleen Werth, 10 I utilized Bandlab (an app with drum beats and mixing options) to put the layering of my song together and form music. You can listen to it at Soundcloud, and read the lyrics below. https://soundcloud.com/user-28081890/im-fine-by-kathleen-werth-age-10-written-and-performed-in-may-2020 I’m Fine Kathleen Werth, 10 Never thought it’d come to this. Hearts beat louder than a gunshot. It’s all too much to bear, can’t take it. It’s all too much to weigh my shoulders with. But I’m fine, I’m fine, I keep it on the inside. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m scared, I’m scared. I’m scared to keep it on the inside. I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared. Never thought it comes to this. This is all too much to take. My chest is pounding, I can’t take a rest. Never know. But I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m fine to keep it on the inside. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared. You know it’s true. Maybe you feel it too. You know it’s true. I’m not the only one! ‘Cause I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m fine to keep it on the inside. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. But I’m scared, I’m scared. I’m scared to keep it on the inside. I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared.
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To the Year of 2120, a poem by Ahana Chandra, 11
Ahana Chandra, 11New York, NY To the Year of 2120 Ahana Chandra, 11 Did you know, there was once a storm, rising by the months? It teared apart the lives of dear ones, traveled across the world, and left many fighting for survival. The warriors who went out into the storm, faced the battering of exhaustion while trying to save the lives. Still, they kept on going, kept on fighting for survival. The many hungry people, lining up for food, jobs lost, on the news. They all were fighting for survival. The signs on the windows, the chalk on the streets, all indicating the blossoming hope to encourage the ones fighting for survival. The whispers of the lost echoing in one’s soul, they were sacrificed to the fighting for survival. The quiet voice of the protector, bearing the weight of protection for the beloved, feeling no one would listen to their efforts fighting for survival. The booming voice of authority, assuring the people everything would turn out alright in the fight for survival. Do you ever wonder how we emerged from the ashes? That, you see, is for the future to tell
Hope, a poem by Alyssa Wu, 13
Alyssa Wu, 13Pleasanton, CA Hope Alyssa Wu, 13 Fresh air floating on the old urban streets San Francisco is a ghost town. The flowers are blooming silently, The once filled shops sit cooped up in an empty plaza. Unprepared awaiting to be prepared Gray buildings of fear in a major metropolis Next year at this time, the sun will still be rising on The golden gate bridge, The view is still there, the viewers far less Will you celebrate the new year with me? I spread hope we wouldn’t have to be six feet seclusion We won’t wear face masks anymore let’s hug and laugh to cheer The city is full of colorful vitality
