Voices From Mrs. Johnson's Class

Tell me why things are what they are
Tell me why life doesn't go so far
Tell me why others are made fun of
Tell me why God made the stars above
Tell me why monsters don't exist
Tell me why others fight and ball up their fists
Tell me why there's no respect today
Tell me why others have a big price to pay
Tell me why God made you and me
Tell me why horrible things came to be
Tell me why this is a dream
Tell me why things aren't what they seem
Tell me why I wasn't strong
Tell me why I didn't belong
Tell me why please
Tell me why
Tell me why behind the truth lies another lie
Tell me why little lullaby

By Aniyah

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 11:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

For breakfast I ate pancakes
with a blueberry muffin.
For lunch I had a pb and j sandwich
with a cinnamon muffin.
For dinner I had chicken
with a muffin.
The next day I ate
different kinds of muffins
with all my food.
But the very next day
I woke up to see
I had a big muffin head
with blueberry eyes,
a chocolate chip nose,
and red frosting for my mouth.
I guess if you eat muffins
two days in a row,
you will turn into a "muffin boy."

By Glissenda

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

My mom is like a shining star above,
She gives me everlasting love.
My mom helps me with all her heart,
I love her helping, I think she is smart.
I remember she helped me tie.
Her favorite color is as beautiful as the sky.
My mom is like a shining star above,
She gives me everlasting love.

By Demeris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

My will is to motivate me
My will is to be as good as I can be
My will is to respect everyone
My will is to be organized and have everything done
My will is to love not hate
My will is to also appreciate
My will is to be great
My will is to have faith
My will is to move on
No matter how many sacrifices and what has gone
My will is to be clean
My will is not to be disrespectful nor mean
My will is to achieve my goals
My goals will be shared with everyone so everyone knows
My will is to love myself
My will is to be the best out of the Fruit Belt
My will is to be sweet
My will is to try to never be beat
My will is to motivate me
This is my will

By Aniyah

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Yemen is a good country.
It is always sunny there.
I liked to talk in Arabic.
Yemen was my life.
Now I live in Buffalo,
And I like to talk in English.
Buffalo changes in the winter.
I know it will snow.
It will be cold and freezing.
I like to make snowmen.
Then it changes in the summer.
It is hot and I like to swim.
I go to the park to play.
I like all the changes.
Buffalo is my heart.

By Saba

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

My mom likes lemonade.
She thinks Russia is a little bit good,
But America is so much good.
She likes American schools,
And I do too.
She likes to shop for food,
And so do I.
We love America!

By Khalil

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

My cat's name is Kitty.
She is a beautiful cat.
She likes to play with her friends.
Sometimes she doesn't feel like playing.
If I touch her then,
She hurts my face.
Sometimes if she's feeling good,
She listens to me.
I love my cat.
She's my friend.

By Asha

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

My mom named me Demeris,
my best friend calls me D.
Some of my friends yell,
but they're just bugging me.
I like wrestling,
I know it's fake.
Some of the time,
the moves are a piece of cake.

By Demeris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 2:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (11)

If I was
a little bird,
I would stay
and protect
my eggs.
If a bigger
bird comes,
I would peck
the daylights
out of him
until he leaves.
I am a
small bird
with courage.
I have
the strength
to drive away
a huge bird.
Just because
I am little,
does not mean
I can't be furious.

By Francis

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 2:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

Everybody wants to know
what's in my heart.
Lots of things are in my heart,
like love, hatred, and jealousy.
That's all I can say.
That's as far as I can go.
I can't go any farther .

By Lisa

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 2:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

My mom is as beautiful
as a blossoming flower.

My mom's hair is as curly
as the noodles in chicken noodle soup.

My mom's hands are
as soft as a baby's skin.

My mom means more to
me than anything.

My mom's my world!

By Joslynn

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I am a bee,
I am little, but strong.
I have a stinger
that people fear.
I am little, so people think
I can't do anything.
But I'll show them
what I've got.

By Mariatu

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

The bird is telling me
to climb a hill,
and never give up.
I am a boy of
courage and strength.
I have wings that
are strong.
I can just lift them
and fly far and wide
as the wind soars
with me.

By Francis

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

My mom is
like a seed,
growing into
a sunflower,
ready to be
watered and given
sun, so she
can grow 1,000
feet to be
one of the
biggest in
the garden.

By Quayshawn

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

I'm scared and alone,
nobody's here with me.
I'm running through grass,
and I'm standing by this tree.
I touch my skin,
I have bruises and bumps.
I'm just that one person
that you take and thump.
For some reason, you think it's okay
to bully, to hit,
to catch your prey.
I'm scared and alone,
nobody's here with me.
I'm running through grass,
and I'm standing by this tree.

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Creeping through the house
Advanced runners
Tender loving
Sternly mean sometimes

By Lisa

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (17)

Mom
Mad, happy
Cleaning, cooking, helping
Sister, aunty, brother, uncle
Working, running, playing
Strong, powerful
Dad

By Abreanna

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

My brother's name is Duke.
He'd be 16 years old now,
But he died a long time ago.
Before I was even born,
He died in his sleep.
I miss having a brother so much.
My mom told me about him,
When I was nine or ten.
Now when I think of him,
I get really sad.
I do not know his birthday,
Though I miss him so much.
I just wish I'd got a chance
To see him.
I love you Duke.

By Daveisha

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Children living their dream
Hoping it comes true to play in the NBA
Inspired by their favorite players
Like Kobe Bryant
Dribbling the ball on the court
Helping them learn how to play
One day he became a NBA superstar
On the court
Dreamin'

By Quayshawn

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

I wave a big light
I have a big height
I have stripes on the outside,
Stairs on the in.
When you climb to the top,
It looks like a bin.
Strong as thunder,
All through the night
Hatteras...
your grand old light.

By Aurelio

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (14)

This is my road
This is my path
This is my dream
And this is my laugh
This is my soul
This is my heart
These are my features
And I'll never fall apart

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 7:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

Running through the dark forest,
While he smells for food,
With the wind blowing,
Hitting his dark brown hair.
He keeps running and running,
Thinking he is the king of the forest.

By Quayshawn

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 7:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Love is a
strong word,
just like an
everlasting
chain that
will never
break.
A pure love
never ends.
Even when
your love
has gone away,
it is like
a spell
that connects
to each other.
Love is a
serious word.

By Francis

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 7:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

The white horse runs through
the grasslands
with the wind in its hair.

Click, click the horse's feet
run through the dirt,
running faster than ever before.

The sun shining and the birds chirping,
the horse is running freely,
having the time of its life.

By Aurelio

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 7:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

My favorite car
is a Lamborghini.
From a distance
it might look teenie.
The power it has is overwhelming;
I would do my best not to get caught speeding.
This car is leading.
It's a Lamborghini.

By Gaibreal

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

bunny
furry, white
hopping, running, jumping
carrot, lettuce, insects, fruit
digging, running, eating
little, gray
mouse

By Diamond

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Naughty or nice
Incredible
Young
Awesome
Happy

By Eszaniyah

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 1:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

You left me, you hurt me
You didn't care.
You walked away
Like you had no time to spare.

I never said daddy
I never said dad.
Seeing you in pictures
It just makes me mad.

I look in the mirror
And I see you.
I close my eyes
Seeing what I just went through.

Now I'm shady
With someone who will care.
I hug him tight
And you think it's not fair.

It's your fault,
You left me,
You put me in this.
It's over, I'm done
I don't think you even know my name.
It's Kris.

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (13)

Strength and endurance,
both fit me well.
Fitness and cooperation,
I can do rather than sell.

Exercise, motivate,
and teamwork too.
We tire and fall,
till we turn blue.

Get wet with sweat,
and run down now.
Hear no cries, no whines,
nothing but pows.

It creates, it builds
muscle and strength.
My heart is as big
as yours, in your length.

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Blue is like the smell
of fresh spring water.

Blue is like the feel
of a smooth blue pillow.

Blue is like the taste
of fresh blueberries.

Blue is like the sound of
bluebirds chirping in the sky.

By Francis

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:13 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Friend
Funny, playful
Helping, caring, sharing
Boy, girl, girl, boy
Hurting, fighting, stealing
Mean, selfish
Enemy

By Lam

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

I wish I was
in the clouds,
floating around.

I wish that wishes
could come true.

I wish there wasn't
any bad stuff
in the world.

I wish

By Amanda

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:05 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Two snakes in a huddle,
guarding and protecting
their values.
A stone snake,
a hieroglyph,
in sickness
and in health,
will guard
each other
through hatred,
till death parts one
from another.
Through strife and
through love,
will always
protect and love
each other in
their values,
forever
and ever.

By Brittany

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 5:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

If my dad was to die,
I would be at the funeral
and watch him lie.

I would think of the good times,
and think of the bad.
I would think so much,
it would make me more sad.

If he was to die, he'd be so far;
it would be quite the heavenly walk.
It would make me remember
how we used to sit in the car and talk.

He taught me all I know about sports,
and he taught me a lesson on all of the courts.

If my dad was to die,
I would cry on my knees;
and feel his spirit in the breeze.
I'd remember him as a white dove,
I just want him to know who I love.

Now I hear his voice saying,
"See you son. Goodbye."

By Aurelio

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 5:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (9)

Prowling,
Searching,
Quiet,
Tame
Saying, "Back off or I'll scratch you,"
Protecting
on the hill
Prowling
So Quiet
Beautiful as can be

By Liznette

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 5:40 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Sometimes I feel lonely
I don't know why
Sometimes I feel like I just want to cry
I tell myself if I cry, it will be worse
So I think of a new and better day
And the pain goes away, away shhh... Good-Bye

By Liznette

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I have power and confidence
More than you can think of
More and more power comes down
Our life is a game until you reach above
Right, left, up, and down
Today is only yesterday
And yesterday is only now
Little by little
I shrink and die
Tonight is my power
Yesterday was my dream

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 10:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Me and my brother
are close, we stick
together no matter
what. He's got my back
and I've got his. That's
why we're brothers
and family. We may
disagree and argue,
but hey, we're brothers
and we will always stay
close no matter what,
but most important we're
always together.

By Justin

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 9:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

It's all about
my moves

When I put
the ball through
their legs

When I get the
ball, I run like
lightning speed

When I miss, I
get angry at
the people who
made me miss

I am an amazing boy
Nobody can stop
me

I am an amazing boy
Nobody can stop
me

I am lightning, I am
speed, I am fast
Nobody can match
up with my superior
skill

Those are my moves
See you later
Hope you bring
more skills next game

By Francis

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

It is nighttime, time to go to bed
I'll fall on my pillow and try to rest my head

I'm getting nightmares at night
I try to get up, it gives me quite the fright

My grandma tries to wake me from deep sleep
I yell, and she starts to weep

It's getting bad, it's getting sad
When I wake up, my grandma is so glad

She's shaking, I want to get her calm
Then I put my hand next to her palm

By Aurelio

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Yellow is like the sound of the beautiful sun rising up
as the birds are singing.

Yellow is like the smell of fresh lemon juice
in a tall glass of lemonade.

Yellow is like the taste of a ripe banana
in the kitchen for a snack.

Yellow is like the feel of a soft yellow pillow
on my bed.

By Daveisha

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I remember when
I was a little girl
Mom, dad I called
But I could not see them
I saw my dad run out
The police were there
Blood was all over the house
I remember that bad day
One of these days
That bad day will be gone
I remember that bad day

By Abreanna

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

My favorite ice cream
is an Oreo blizzard.
It is so delicious
as gummy worms mix
with chocolate and
banana split sundae.
It's the best ice cream
I've ever tasted!

By Jaren

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Red is like the sound of a young girl's first kiss
Red is like the smell of roses
Red is like the taste of a sweet strawberry
Red is like the feeling of your man saying I love you
Red is like the touch of a beautiful silk dress
Red is like the red stripes on the American flag

By Joslynn

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 10:10 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I remember being on a plane
I was six years old, up in the sky
Moving away from my native Africa
I looked out the window
At those big poofy clouds
Suddenly I fell asleep
My brother's laughter
Woke me up
He was watching TV
Whatever he was watching
Looked really funny
As we watched together,
The plane suddenly landed
I looked out the window
And I saw a whole bunch of people
I walked out of that plane knowing
That I may go back some day
To my native land, Africa

By Mariatu

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 9:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

God
My savior, my healer
My lover
My alpha, my omega,
My redeemer and friend
How I would love to be with Him
Right now

By Mariatu

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 9:26 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

My dad is caring,
gentle,
playful,
rough,
strong,
lovable,
sometimes annoying,
hardworking.
That's my dad!

By Amanda

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 11:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Talented
Intelligent
Funny
Fantastic
Annoying
Nagging
Yelling
Also
Known
As
Mother
Outrageous
Mature

By Brittany

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 11:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I remember, until now,
that smile on your face,
when you took my hand
and encouraged me through.
Now you're gone,
and I'm living in this world,
without you.
I remember, until now,
the fun we had.
I was really happy
and you were so glad.
Now you're gone,
and I'm living in this world
without you.
I guess your time was up.

By Kris

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 8:58 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Do not cry -
Hang your head up high
Do not sigh
Say bye bye
Lift your spirit
It is a gift from above
You have a golden heart
You do beautiful art
You say you can love
Then lift my spirit like a dove
Do not shove our love
Your love for me is
as long as the Nile
You have a beautiful smile
Our love is like a dove
moving so swiftly
Do not cry
Hang your head up high
Do not sigh
Say bye bye

By Brittany

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

My parrot is sweet and he has claw feet
Sometimes he nibbles my ear and makes me fear
He is a repeater, yes his name is Peter
I love my parrot, yes I do
I also have a ferret
How about you?

By Austen

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

My favorite sport is baseball
but my dad says pick up the pace and don't fall
My favorite animal is a parrot and I like ferrets
My favorite color is blue and I always get the flu
My favorite number is forty, but people think it's corny
Well that's my favorites, goodbye
I hope I see you another time.

By Austen

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Tomorrow is a new day
full of joy and games
full of smiles and laughs
full of sunshine and grass

Tomorrow is a new day
when children like to run and play
when kids like to play catch and race
when cheerleaders cheer hurray! hurray!
they say tomorrow is a new day

By Cantrell

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:25 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

My brother is healthy and strong,
He sounds like birds singing morning songs,
His personality is like no other.
His hair is the color of chocolate chips,
His skin has the color of a peanut butter cookie.
His name is Xaier,
And he is perfect in every way.

By Cantrell

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

All different
colors bright
after a
rainstorm

By Mariatu

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:18 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I shall look at you
as my brother
I shall look at you
as my sister
I shall love you
as you have never
loved me before
I shall forgive
you for all the
bad stuff you
have done to
me and I
shall always
love you.

By Mariatu

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

I think to myself every day
No one understands me,
but me.

Then I think
People might judge
and think they can
control, I think, is
it just me?

I never really
can say what
I want to say
Some one always
thinks I'm trying to
be smart.

So I try to shut
my mouth and
cry to release all
the pain, that I
will do something
bad, and I always
say and know for
a fact, no one
understands me, but
me, myself and I.

By Destiny

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 6:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (13)

My friend is
always talking,
making funny faces,
telling a lot of jokes

She's crazy and
she doesn't like the color pink.
She's lazy and
she doesn't like to do any work.

My best friend

By Amanda

Posted by Dianne Johnson at 5:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)