I was lucky to be working with some of these students for the second time. I was also happy that we had some "fresh blood" to shake things up a little. The students really made me laugh with the challenge to write "four lines to make them stay" followed by "four lines to make them go." These writers told their imaginary enemies that they hated them as much as "a spoiled ending" and would rather "drink a spinach, kale, and concrete smoothie than see" them again. But when trying to win them back, one student was willing to go so far as to say, "I love you as much as Kanye West loves himself." I hope you enjoy these pieces as much as I did.
Where I’m From
by Anna Jackson
I’m from too many places to remember.
I’m from half dead grass
spotted with thin oaks
and surrounded by the smell of fresh blooming Jasmine.
I’m from 99¢ sodas after
on searing pavements
from a ghastly lime green.
I’m from screaming noisy children who run amuck.
I’m from pregnancy craved pancake dinners.
I’m from don’t be shys and go to beds.
I’m from late nights and Skype calls
even though I’ll see them tomorrow.
I’m from virtual friendships.
I’m from punk music pumped up way too loud.
I’m from dark corners and too many fears.
I am from panic attacks and sleepless nights.
I am from failing grades and raining on parades.
I am from unladylike jokes and sarcastic whims and books with worn pages.