Poem by DeAnna Cross

11th grade, Harlan Community Academy High School

We have budget cuts
Schools getting shut down
teachers getting cut
Not enough books go
Home
resources real low
But they wanna point
fingers at Teacher for
why students failing
tests and classes
Yet the City Wants to
Build a $12,000 museum
based on Beer.
Stop pointing fingers
and fix the problem
that’s being addressed.

Poem: We’re Not The Same

by Stephanie Johnson
10th grade, Linblom Math and Science Academy

They try to fit us into the mold of the perfect student.
They try to create the leaders we already have in the new
generation. But don’t they see they aren’t working with the
generations now? We’re not the same.

They base things off of a number on a test that is clearly
objective. They put us into sections that has nothing
to do with the type of person we are. They try to create the
same people our parents are by enforcing the same rules.

The system is like a faulty pipe. They leak problems until it just
explodes causing everything to drown in debt and misled kids.
Yes this is saying that there are no such thing as
bad kids only kids that don’t know any better that legitimately
show that we aren’t the same.

The system – the education head – says one curriculum
for all students even the students that have learning
disabilities. But we aren’t the same.

Poem: A Letter To Mayor Rahm Emanuel

By Jakera Kimble
8th grade, Sayre Elementary Language Academy

School

Man Its Really Different Crazy

All Kinds Of Obstacles And Challenges That We One Day Will Have To Face

Unless We Put Him Back In Place

Rahm

What The Hell Were You Thinking

You Shouldn’t Be The Mayor You Are Bad At Making Decisions

How Dare You Try To Steal Our Education

Closing All These Schools And The Other Dependent Places

You Looking Very Racist

You Know That There’s A Lot Of Black Facing Poverty

Leaving Americans With This Odd Curiosity

Peoples Phyllophytes Of Democracies

Your Children Can Afford All These Private Schools But How About The Families That Has Less Than You

You Weren’t Thinking About Us Were You

But You Want The Best For My Country

The Devil is A Lie And The Truth Isn’t Within It

We Found Out Your Truth

You Only Thinking About You

In For The Money, In For The Fame

Raising All These Prices Of Living , Gas,  Food,  And Other Necessities

This Is So Unnecessary

All These Test Are Redundant

Why You Think Drop Out Rates Are Increasing And So Is Poverty

The Amount Of Stress You Put On Your People Is Outrageous More Like Contagious Because When You Add The Extra Foolishness The Challenges Are Back To Back

For The Community

The So Called People You Love

What Is Your Explanation

Come On

EMANUEL

You Gone Have To Face It

That You Are

Racist

Careless

A Disgrace To My Race

Vilification

You Look Like A Republican

A True Democrat Wouldn’t Leave

Me Out

She Out

He Out

We Out

We Need You Out

The Mayors House

Before I End With My Letter There’s One More Thing I Must Say

This Chaos Is Unnecessary

Your Criteria Is So Obsolete

You Might As Well Press Delete  Because Your Decisions Are So Irrelevant To We

……..

Poem: What is Education?

by Tlam Minh
7th grade, Edison Regional Gifted Center

we may never know…
because the board ain’t doing their job.
This ain’t survival of the fittest.
This ain’t the Neolithic.
We are a puzzle and when-
one of us falls out of place,
we all crumble.
No child left behind?
Yeah right, you psychopathic dream killers.
Killin’ the dreams of children.
Crushin’ and poundin’ them into
dust.
We are the generation that replaces you.
If you don’t educate us,
we might as well undo the works
of our founding fathers,
and return the
real survival of the fittest.
Money may bring power,
but knowledge IS power.
So do something else
than making teachers slaves.
Listen and hear the song
the birds are singing.
Stay a while and watch
the flowers blooming.
And feel a gentle breeze flow by,
leaving behind a trail of dust.
THIS
IS
YOUR
FAULT
board of education…

Poem: What Happened?

by Ariana Strong
11th Grade, Harlan Community Academy High School

I remember when teachers and students looked forward to school,
We thought it was cool.
What happened?
The government corrupted;
Budget cutting.
Unequal opportunities across the city,
We don’t need the pity.
Do they even care?
Doesn’t seem so, or things would be fair.
What we need are more diverse classes,
So we’re not labeled lazy asses.
We want to learn,
But we’re stopped at every turn.
We don’t want, nor need limitation,
We need better and diverse education.

poem by Tresure Adams

poem by Tresure Adams
11th grade, Harlan Community Academy High School

education was made for me
my melanin deletes my chances to wear a cap and gown,
they frown upon my creation
but it is this nation that has put a gun in hand
stuck between sides with a fork in hand
where will I decide to consume?
if I go on the greener side, will my pigment fade
just because I defied the fate that was made

my skin fits a life I don’t want to lead
do I backtrack and think, or must I proceed
never satisfied, Lady Liberty is like most women
she wants all or nothing, but I must do something

my dreams, my hopes, my wants and needs,
do not appease the news or its newsfeed,
i just want opportunity, yeah they swear that it’s equal
but they have many options, we don’t even get a sequel

money makes the world go round
and we rotate the globe either way
we either read a book or we’re read our rights,
such a divided thing to say

we must conform to a nation where we don’t even belong,
and where the pledge of allegiance is the most sung song
god forbid we sing We Shall Overcome, apparently we made it
our rights are false and printed on paper that’s outdated

Poem by Cantrell Dotson

poem by Cantrell Dotson
9th grade, Collins Academy High School

I went to Gregory 10 years of my life
That was 5 years of teachers not getting their rights
Teachers that showed me a different level or altitude
That told me once you in that system you screwed my dude
Leave em out to dry like a camel
Don’t believe me let me give you an example
On a beautiful hump day teachers went on strike
Came back found out they told Ms. O to take a hike
Now she was my A1, my favorite teacher
Now Imma cleanse your soul like Imma preacher
End of the summer I was walkin down the street during the heat
I saw her laid out in front of my feet
It sound like I’m rappin but let me tell you what led this to happen
Once she was fired
She was never rehired
So she ain’t get no check so she couldn’t provide for the fam
What the heck
Kids got took, got kicked out now she’s here
Take a look
Now tell me what do you see when you lookin at me
Look at what I’m destined to be
Got dreams of NBA that’s why I’m in school grindin every day
This comin straight from wizzle so give me my education
I’m trynna make it rain not drizzle