She had the skin of cotton soft.
Her eyes were truth.
And her hair as white as snow.
She sent to me I know.
When I was with her,
there was so much peace.
I know God sent this angel to me.
- Y.R.
from Her Eyes Were Truth, writings from residents of the Battered Women & Children’s Shelter of Bexar County.
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Please not another country love song on the radio
reminding me of how much you did me wrong,
when you didn’t treat me right.
That’s it.
Turn it off, the radio.
I believe you got what you deserved
when I took off with the cat and dog,
and left in the Chevy truck.
Too bad now.
You’re sitting and crying.
Well, turn off the radio cause I’m gone.
I didn’t leave no change of address.
Sorry I’m not coming back.
Let me know when you find God
because I’ve turned off the radio.
- S.S.
from Her Eyes Were Truth, writings from residents of the Battered Women & Children’s Shelter of Bexar County.
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I have a map
on my lap
I sit on the cat
it was flat!
I put on my tie
and try to fly!
Jason B.
from Neighborhood Odes, writings by students in the San Antonio Independent School District. 2010.
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“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”
Benjamin Franklin
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In the backyard
I sit in my favorite chair.
I see the tree sitting in the sun.
Green, brown, round, soft and hard,
wood and leaves making sweet
apples.
Buzzzzzzz!
Smells like honey.
Tastes like a delicious, sticky treat.
I will help the bees make more honey by
planting flowers everywhere!
Diego Cadena
from Neighborhood Odes, writings by students in the San Antonio Independent School District. 2010.
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Cars that travel 10,000 mph
My grandma not smoking
The sky turning brown
The sky falling
Glass airplanes
Having heat vision eyesight
Fruits growing legs and walking
34 inch 84 swangaz
Rainbows with pots of gold at the end of them
Walking on sunshine
Demetres
from With Square and Compass, writings by residents of the Turman Halfway House, Austin, TX. 2011.
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