Showing posts with label T.K.M poem. Show all posts
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Monday, December 15, 2008

Izak Godoy TKM Poem

Glimmer


Sitting there with a single light

Being watched from the sky

Waiting, Watching, Protecting

Cars pull up as he stands


Madness, anger, and fear are in the air

Will they fight or flee


Happiness and Confusion

No one they know

Then out of the darkness

Just a glimmer of light


A glimmer of hope

And glimmer of love

Someone they know


They walk up to the person

And what did they see

Hope, Love, and Light

In all the darkness


Something that only a child can spot

The other people start to see

The light and happiness is back

Finally they all leave


Being thanked from above

And watch from above

They were ready for any thing to happen

But in the end the light of a child saved them all

Elizabeth Mugleston, TKM Poem

Racism
Hate, persecution, discrimination, judging, ignorance
Hating people for there look
Looking at people then judging them and they have no control
Putting you before another in a look
One glance and you hate them
Not giving a chance
Why do we do this?
I don’t understand
Am I missing the point?
Are people that blind?
Didn’t they see that they were wrong, way off?
I guess they were that ignorant
It seems obvious to me
I see it
The wrong they were doing
I guess that was how they were back then
Still it was wrong
And still is
Yet people still think it was okay
All this confuses me
Why they did it and thought they were in the right
“All men were created equal”
That is what they wrote
That is what I thought
To them it meant nothing?
All white men were created equal that is how they acted
Until you thought it was wrong
Then you were not equal?
How dose that work?

Jessica Swenson

Boo Radley

Arthur Radley, also know as Boo.
Relatively withdrawn, timid and peculiar.
Boo is a scary story out of sight and out of mind.
He is bleached white from the rays of the moon.
He is a hero that is buried behind the image of “Superman”.
He is a monster, an outsider…a freak say some.
This is a lie. The wounding, piercing words that the community of Maycomb has to say about this scrawny, limp boy who just wants to have a good friendship with someone.
Anyone even if it’s a tiny, warm hearted girl who really should be a role model to everyone.
If you think about it you may have had a Boo moment.
Think, have you ever felt like a stranger, a fluke, or just out of place?
Now was there someone, anyone that took you by the hand, and was your friend?
That is the kind of relationship that Scout and Boo have.
But she is more curious than cares about Boo as a person, But her curiosity did not kill the cat, it mad it become friends the mouse.
Tom Robinson. Black individual, accused of rape.
And was shot 17 times. Tom was just like Boo if you think about it.
They were both harmless mockingbirds, living in a hunter’s pit.
Disapproval hung over them like the sun does on the last day of summer, taking its sweet time. Although Boo is still alive, the sprit of Tom is all over in the book. So next time you find yourself being bitter and cruel to someone you don’t even know, please…take a breath and think about what Boo or Tom would do.