together we glare by liz khomenkov the iceberg by chris golden we too by dylan bradley three by kameron westbrooke

the boats roamed on 54th street, a playground dedicated to her, the red boots ate up nightly shadows, collecting stares with each turn. night sail by savannah buttermore

dark alleyways where very few play, musty bars where desperate men tend to overstay, the red boots didn’t heed danger, She knew her own way.

Her soles met many, Yet she never stayed for long. Her heart collected dust, The red boots leaving by birdsong.

we, too by dylan bradley

We, too, see America.

We are the younger siblings. They have us wait in the hall. When it’s time to discuss and decide, But we listen, And read, And learn, And grow wise.

Tomorrow, We will sit at the table When it’s time to talk.

Three by kameron westbrooke

we, too

Nobody’ll dare Tell us, “Wait outside” Then.

Besides, They’ll hear all we know And be ashamed---

We, too, know America.

religion by taha badani

If I told you about my religion, you would understand a big piece of my life. The inspiration it brings me and the things it teaches me Shape who I am today.

Important people in my life all come together and learn from each other. Close family and friends are brought together as one while we pray. We sit as one and move swiftly together.

It has enabled me to speak more than one language. It has enabled me to understand what people are saying in different ways. It has enabled me to learn letters of an alphabet different from English.

As we pray, Any doubts or guilts, Any grudges or feuds, Are blown into thin air like they never happened.

From the truths you learn, to the prayers being spoken, to the different ways I speak, my religion is a major part of who I am. 51//Experience