Our Look At The Kids,

The Stars

Their Worlds, In their Words

 

 

In looking at kids and their view of the world through story, we've come to see a synchronous existence of pathos or despair and altruistic optimism. Younger students were asked to tell a story and three were chosen which show the degree to which young minds and hearts can be torn by the world around them. In these stories a sense of doom pervades. They are a window into a world too many of us only pay lip service to. They are, in fact, the stars we should help to save.

 

SAD CLOWN

I am...a clown

I wonder if I can change

I hear laughing

I see happy faces

I want to be like them

I am very sad

I pretend I am changed

I feel very sad

I touch my heart

I worry I will be like this all the time

I cry in my heart

I am a sad clown

I understand where I was wrong

I say I laugh too much

I dream of changing

I try to change

Some day I hope my dream comes true

I am a sad clown

Nicasio Teran, 8th grade

 

MY LOST DOG

I am looking for my dog.

I wonder here my dog is.

I hear my dog.

I see my dog I want my dog back.

I am going to find my dog.

I pretend that I see my dog in the street.

I feel my dog with me.

I touch my dog in my dream.

I worry about my dog.

I cry because my dog is lost.

I am going to dream about my dog.

I understand that my dog went away.

I say to my friend to look for my dog.

I dream about my dog every day.

I try to find my dog.

I hope that my dog is fine.

I am still hoping he'll come back some day.

  Jimmy Martinez, 8th grade

 

THE FAMILY

I am thinking of my family

I wonder how they are

I hear their steps

I see their shadow

I want to see them

I am thinking of my family

I pretend to be with them

I feel their hand in mine

I touch my heart to think of them

I worry about them

I cry for them

I am thinking of my family

I understand everything they say

I try to stop crying

I hope to have them together

I am thinking of my family.

Alejandra Garcia, 8th grade

These kids and their classmates were asked to write a poem. The offer was open-ended; just start with "I am...". Any direction they went would be fine; they could say what they would. The assignment was actually for another class and I happened upon "Sad Clown" quite by accident. My first reading of it was aloud to a friend. I was unable to finish; tears came and my voice was lost to a sob. The honesty and insight in this piece are so profound for a 13 year old child. The thought of one so young so unable to reconcile who he is with who he seems to think he needs to be is a confusion familiar to me (and maybe more of us than really care to admit it?). The piece about the lost dog is another interesting piece. The continued hope in the face of hopelessness is one of those endearing traits of childhood, and one that the most fortunate of us never lose. "The Family" is the story of a child taken from first her mother and then her older sister and separated from her twin (whom she sees at school only). Read it and weep. Life is unfair -- more so for some than others. Maybe we can do something to even the table.  

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