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Q1 Poetry Benchmark

Posted by Taneeja Jones in Poetry · Burrows-Stone · C2 on Thursday, October 18, 2018 at 11:58 pm

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​The Truth Behind Kente (reveal a truth)

Kente is a piece of me
Loving its colorful  energy
Knowing you’re more powerful
Wearing a piece of cloth
Living up to your all

 Knowing you could never fall
I am Africa American
I am proud
I will stand up and say it out loud

Being black is amazing
Bet my ancestors are proud 
Of who my mom is raising
Alive and well
I am praising

I am black and proud
Even in the biggest crowd
My Kente cloth will stand out


​Not What You May Think! ( asking a question)

Africa? The place you may think is awful
Africa? Hot and dirt roads
Africa? A place you could never call your own
Africa? A place that doesn’t have livable homes?

Africa is not what you think
It’s more urban as poverty begins to shrink 
You may ask why it’s portrayed that way if it isn’t 
The answer is simple

People are easily manipulated 
Hardly concentrated
Never really creative
Which makes them simple-minded 

Believing everything they see
Not experiencing
So take it from me
Africa is not what it seems
People there are inviting 
Not the slightest bit of mean

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​Special Cloth ( tell a story)

I have not only one piece of kente
I have 2 
One colorful
With some blue
One straight pink
With a naturally made ink

20 cedis is how much it cost me
Which is equivalent to almost nothing
Knowing its price was considered expensive in Ghana
But nothing with my US dollars

And that it was handmade with beautiful techniques 
Fairly hard to critique
I didn’t think twice about the price
All the hard hot work 
It came out very nice

Making them sturdy and durable 
In all that hot weather must have been terrible
So my 20 cedi blessings
Must have been a miracle
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Artifact Poems

Posted by Jyaire Oconnor in Poetry · Burrows-Stone · C2 on Thursday, October 18, 2018 at 11:04 pm

Family Photo
Family Photo

A Picture with Pops


I use to have you in a frame

Almost like a photo

But seeing that brings sudden pain

My heart suddenly grows cold


So I chose to throw you away

Not in a sense that you're trash

But keeping you around slowly broke me down

So to focus

I hid you in the top dresser the one that holds no value


Like a childhood toy shelved and long forgotten

You stayed there collecting dust but for what reason

Because I let this image of you bring up you leaving

I forgot who you were


To let the bad overwhelm the good

Was far from me

This photo a main factor

In my struggle something I simply hated

So I believed because of you my stature received these changes


I forgot who you were


I remember now

How you pushed me to succeed like a father would

You helped me told me I could

When I strayed away from my true path

You help put me back on track


So instead of remembering the bad

I'll remember just that


I need to remember


No bars will hold you

You can freely roam

A home far from home

These memories I hold on to


You helped me grow oh so bold


Cause when days are cold and feverish

That photo I hold it rids the cold

And I know for certain you're seeing this

A woeful road won't change my tone


So instead of just hating

This image I hid gracefully

I'll hang you up again

And use you as a means of motivation


A Father Figure



A Mere Image


Just an ordinary morning

Same routine which is Boring

I get up brush my teeth and think what’s the point

I do the same thing everyday

Learn the same thing everyday

Same routine different day


I look at the picture posted upon the wall

And can’t help but feel appalled

Realising I don’t do this Cause I have to

I do it cause i feel obliged.


I look at this picture and feel as though I need to pass

Like dedicating my grades to my mom and dad

Because they help me strive each day and each night

Even when life is filled with strife


This picture of mine I keep hung in my mind

Helps rid me of this plight

In dire times

This pic of mine

Sheds light on the days

I wish to decay


You motivate me

You inspire me

You guys the entire team

Keep me going keep me living

All that displayed through a mere image.


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The Picture that Speaks

I pull you out of the first drawer 
And look at you 
Just staring 
And staring 
And staring 

Until I get lost 
Lost in the laughter and idle chatter
Lost in an explosion of colors 
Surrounding me entirely 
As colorful strips like film
Wrap around me 

As the colorful binds release me from my mummified state
I stand there, looking at my own 13th birthday 
And I get lost 
In the laughter and idle chatter

Lost in the familiar face
Lost in the new ones,
And as I stare at me and maire smiling
Waiting happily to blow out the candles 
I can't help but smile

A ton of Emotions overwhelm me 
And as they do I'm back in my room
In front of that dresser
With that photo in my hand
And on that photo a tear

This photo indeed spoke to me
A mere minute felt like an hour 
And a mere image felt like,
Felt like a heartfelt eulogy 

This image has said more than I have 
In my 18 years of living

This image spoke to me


And chill I kept raising my eyebrow while spitting this heat 
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Poetry Q1 Project

Posted by Donald Rodgers in Poetry · Burrows-Stone · C2 on Thursday, October 18, 2018 at 9:54 am

What do others think of me

When they look at the first born

The figure for leading the others

A son in which has a soft but impenetrable heart

What can I do to change the image they see


Am I the oldest

The depended one

A hope in their dreams

Expectation

Or a mystery they have no time solving.


Why do I have to be blamed for things

Taking the shame and pain no one else has to

Why am I creating a life that's makes it easier for the younger siblings

Why am I separated from the rest.


Do I have a say in my actions

A say that I want to change things

A say to others thoughts

The life I was given for free

The exaggerated truth


I believe I am one in a mill

One others don’t see enough

Someone people need in their life

A pillar of support

Am I the one others see as a nuisance


Can I turn these thoughts around

Do I have the willpower to better the things I want

Is it something I want to change

What I chose to do better is moving forward.





The Definition


Family is what you comeback to

They are their always

Not for a day

Not for a week

But forever


Family ties are special things

They are woven ties through the years

It is something deep

Family isn’t always gonna be blood

But people in life who want you in theirs.


Family is the circle of life

And the circle of love

Because they always care

And they will never stop,

It's something you are able to keep



The FAM


Their on your hurt days

And the days you push them away

They still their waiting

TIll you come home happy or cold and shaking


I belong to a family

A group of great people

Pieces of me I’m afraid to lose from life

The only people I can’t use words for


Emotions come from here

Love in my family is something deep

My mind makes stories and memories

I will treasure and keep


They teach me

They create me

They worry me

This is my family


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Q1 Poetry Project

Posted by Ayanna Russell in Poetry · Burrows-Stone · C2 on Tuesday, October 16, 2018 at 7:47 pm

​Bread & Wine 

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. 
And what is a Pisces? A fish. 
God assigned trout to be hunted and fed to a land
Bestowing nutrients and good health
And what is a Pisces? A fish. 
He made the sign selfless, full of empathy, and a water element
Not only does it feed but proceeds to hydrate the body.
And what am I? A Pisces

Love, Compassion, Friendship


If I love you now I will forever
It is the only way I can love
It is the only way I think love should be 
I love them when they come 
I love them when they leave
I love them when they hurt me
I love those especially who set me free


I care for the world the way I do anyone in life
World hunger breaks my heart
I feel deeply for hurting of our planet
The hungry, homeless and unloved
If I ruled the world
Not only would I clothe backs
I’d shelter communities with love
The greatest cure we are without

I pick my friends carefully,
Our souls have to connect
Because if I am your friend
My honesty is religious 
And my loyalty is yours keep
Only people who are deserving, deserve me

Evolving 

Life is a road trip
spring was my hell 
summer my rains
and fall brought back my sanity 
I’m grateful 
For everything I’ve endured
Every tear I cried, Tooth i grit 
Frown i hid, Smile I forced 
It was worth it

Growth is so immaculate 
It’s felt in your soul
As beautiful and down to earth as I was then 
By far does not compare to my new ground
I’ve learned the true meaning of peace 
And the importance of taking responsibility 

I found my inner voice, even if she only talks to me
I’ve learned to listen when I think 
And to think before I speak
To measure everything in love 
To value those that love me 
Delivered by self,
for once I’ve done the freeing 
I have returned home 
To love me, to hold me
And it feels just the way I left it 
Candle lit and warm

"Evolving"

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Poetry Q1 project

Posted by Nathan McGill in Poetry · Burrows-Stone · C2 on Tuesday, October 16, 2018 at 3:26 pm

Chain

My boxing chain does not mean I box,

It’s a symbol that I carry with me,

Everyday and every night,

The glove around my neck is not a sport,


Never have I taken it off,

Gives me confidence and motivation,

Tell myself to keep going,

Never let the weakness show,


A birthday gift from my grandpa,

Was given to me because of my family  nickname,

Champ is for champion right,

Champ the nickname I was given,


My grandpa call me that because of Muhammad,

Ali the boxer also the champ,

Makes sense,

The gloves will stay on



Am to Pm

Wake up the chain is around my neck,

Go to sleep the chain is around my neck,

Eat the chain is around my neck,

Drink the chain is around my neck,


One small object gives me confidence,

One little object provides me with guidance,

Reminds me to strive until I reach the top,

Reminds me to stay grounded,


Symbol of strength and being humble,

My grandpops gift matches my qualities,

But it does not match my hobbies,

Matches who I am,


Never has is let me down,

Since 9th grade has stayed around my neck,

So the truth is,

This is more than just a chain




ALI

Why is the chain a boxing glove,

What does the chain represent,

Do you box,

What gym you go to,


Questions that are asked constantly,

Give them a simple answer,

The chain was a gift,

No time to explain it all,


Muhammad Ali is behind this chain,

The champ of boxing,

The king of boxing,

One of the greatest a legend,


My nickname is champ in my family,

That's what the chain represents,

My qualities and my path,

To be the greatest at anything I do


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