What is it?
What does it look like?
Cool as ice
or hot as the sun.
Breath,
which way does it go?
Once you speak,
your lips open and close.
You breathe through your nose.
Your lungs clear as air.
The deep breath you take
is a mystery from above,
The Creator.
by Y.R.
from Her Eyes Were Truth, writings from the Battered Women & Children’s Shelter of Bexar County, 2006.
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I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m
kind of glad that I’m not you. I don’t
have perfect hair, or perfect nails, or
perfect anything. I’m just me. Most
people want to be like Kelly Clarkson
or Britney Spears, but not me. I just
want to be myself and try my best
at the challenges that I may meet
later on in life. All I’m saying is
that I don’t want to go through the
pressure of being a movie star, I
just want to be me and not care
about what other people think about me.
by Claire Marie D.
from Beauty Is…, a collection of writings by the Girl Scouts of the San Antonio Area, 2006.
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Hot sunny day
Way up high on the Rattler
Screaming at the top of your
Lungs when you
Drop
Bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump,
BOOM!
You see the whole park from here.
You smell burning wood when the
Wooden tracks go side to side.
by Destiny R., 3rd grade
from The World Having A Peaceful Day, creative writing students from various schools in the North East Independent School District, Spring 2005.
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Jazz is the music from the soul
Falling in love
Hands
Red sky
Warmth
Death
Titanic
Swimmin’ in the middle of the ocean
by Sabrina
From I, too, sing America, poetry by 6th-grade students from the San Antonio Independent School District, Fall 2008.
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