This is Just to Say

Our Words Golden
by Isaiah (Middle School)

Like golden statues,
Like a butterfly,
Like the sun in space.
Our words like stars.


This is Just to Say: I Can’t Go Outside
by Christopher (Middle School)

I can’t go outside.
People shooting;
Going in,
Keep going into,
The sky.
It is so sad
To see it:
The rival gangs:
One this color,
One, the other.


Pure Energy
PS 156/IS392, Brooklyn, NY
Edited by Phyllis Capello, writer‐in‐residence



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