The Writers in Communities program is currently working on an anthology of poetry written by residents at the Battered Women & Children’s Shelter of Bexar County. The project, Open Voices, took place in the fall of 2010. Writers Regina Moya and Diana Montejano facilitated the workshops, and the book will be available in April. Here is an excerpt from the collection:
“I wanted to take you to a raging coastline—deep sea fishing.
I wanted to see you riding waves and cresting swells in the ocean.
To see your face searching foamy ocean waters for that faraway land.
I wanted to give you the real ocean, like the shiny blue one painted on the globe.”
From The Real Ocean by Phyllis
Image credit: Regina Moya
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Beauty is the color of coffee and sugar
with different amounts of cream or milk
added for different tastes
It smells sweet
like lavender or vanilla
fresh and pleasant
It tastes sweet and pleasant
like Grandma’s homemade food
like candy after a month of no candy
I see Beauty about every time
I look around the corner
in anyone with a big open heart
It is a red siren
the crunch of a potato chip
music of the culture
It feels like silk
sadness, happiness
like believing in yourself
I know I am beautiful every time I look in the mirror
When I have accomplished something really amazing
When my swagger feels just right and my beauty within feels radiant
A Group Poem by Anyka C., Chelsie M., Brigette, Ms. Sandra, and Ashlee K.
from Beauty Is…, a collection of writings by the Girl Scouts of the San Antonio Area, 2006.
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Her parents aren’t home.
They work.
She wants to play soccer.
So…
She imagines she’s the best.
She kicks the ball
(a black and white sphere as
special as a diamond).
She scores at every game.
Yes! We won!
by Cristal A., 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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In California, there is a place called Santa Inez Mountains.
You can see the comets and the stars.
You can practically see almost everything,
and it is very beautiful.
Especially when you look over,
you can see Santa Barbara with bright beautiful lights.
I miss that.
by E.R.
from Her Eyes Were Truth, writings from the Battered Women & Children’s Shelter of Bexar County, 2006.
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Everybody has a package.
The package is yours.
You may have a family.
You may have friends.
You may have money.
You may have everything.
But still there are items you don’t want in your package,
Like losing somebody you loved.
You may lose your dad at a young age, like me.
You could be bankrupt and find a million dollars.
You may find the best pet ever.
Somebody may give you the best beach house ever.
Somebody may give a nice car.
But it’s not what the package gives you or doesn’t give you,
It’s what you do with your package.
by Joseph R.
From I, too, sing America, poetry by 6th-grade students from the San Antonio Independent School District, Fall 2008.
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