Born By Herself
by Bryanna (8th grade)
I was born with death close by waiting,
but not today I say.
I was born poor with tags on my back but knowledge in my head.
I was born to be an hourglass.
As I pour out, I watch man wither away into nothingness scattered across all seven continents.
I was born a jewel covered by the cool earth,
hiding me from the hungry and vicious that may seek me.
I was born to the blood-stained sidewalks of Brooklyn,
that is where I have seen my story.
I was born to always be one with my roots, so that I will never forget.
I was born to…believe…to fly…be me.
I was born.
So Much Depends on Stretching Your Positivity
IS392, Brooklyn, NY
Melanie Maria Goodreaux, writer‐in‐residence