My hands that let me express myself.
Allowing me to flow my emotions onto paper without complaining.
My hands that comfort others,
When they need it, allowing me to put my
Warm, smooth palms on their back, giving them a caring hug.
My hands that assist my family.
Giving them whatever they need as soon as I can get it.
My hands: the best part of me.
We Are the Difference
Group Poem: Briceson, Keyandre, Kaitlyn
We don’t turn on each other
Here you can be anybody
Our community watches us succeed
Our community watches us be happy
Where I’m From
I am from the sound of my grandmother shouting,
Telling me to close the door, my mother
Who makes the odd noise from her nose
The tv that mimics the sound of gunshots
And my brother trying to speak
I am from the sight of my mom working,
Kindly asking for help.
My brother who is pushing every button on the controller.
My granny walking in ready for meals.
The sight of different places.
I am from the smell of the pea soup
Made from my granny, my room with the
strong smell of febreeze that puts you in a good mood.
I am from the feeling of safety when alone
The feeling of happiness when congratulated
Love when around my family.
I am from the taste of the sweet, crunchy apple
The taste of the perfectly seasoned food
Made for me. The cool taste of ice cream
That melts right in your mouth. The taste of
The food I’m able to eat.
Our community watches us grow
Someone’s always watching
The police are always watching
They’re watching us “fail”
They’re watching us “steal”
They’re watching us “fall”
They perceive that we’re
making it worse
But where are they when we rise?
Building a case against us
Building a cage around us
Restricting us from the goals we want to achieve
Only seeing us to sweep under the rug
We will be the difference.
The right side, where I can see
the small houses and people
The bed the homeless man under
The bridge. If only I could help him,
but he’s never there.
The bright sun when we turn
The corner, blinding me purposely.
No more bumping, no more noise.