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Students Share What Writing Means to Them

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Our sixth grade English students read Brown Girl Dreaming, a memoir written in verse. The book charts the evolution of its author, Jacqueline Woodson, as a writer. Our students read the book and were asked to examine their own relationship to writing. Here are some of their responses:

Writing

By: Natalie S.

The letters connect,

making the word whole.

Making the word feel loved.

Making me love the word.

 

My pencil swifts and swirls,

on the paper.

Crack! My pencil broke.

My memory of what I was writing,

broke.

 

Let's start a new story.

One that is happy,

not sad.

One that is warm,

not cold.

 

I enjoy letters.

I enjoy words.

I enjoy writing.

Writing is my home.

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Ungifted, Or So I Thought

By: Sandy S.

Ungifted.

Not good at sports.

Average at piano playing.

Pretty good at math.

Ok at singing.

Until writing.

Words come to my

brain,

and down to my

right hand,

like electricity.

The second the lightning bolt

reaches my fingers,

it explodes.

My fingers can't keep up

with the

everflowing stream of

words.

When I close my eyes,

I hear words.

I feel words.

My mouth will never do them

justice.

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I AM A WRITER

By Ariana H.

 

I am a writer,

Young and smart.

I am a writer,

With all my heart.

I am a writer,

With a challenge of directions,

I am a writer,

With no expectations.

I am writer,

Whose work is short yet bright,

I am a writer,

But I didn't become one overnight.

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Words

By Alexander M.

The words bounce off me

like a light switch to my brain

I flip the switch

turn the key

and write out my very own name

On paper, it's not permanent

and there's not a thing that you can't change

but words that you might say

their feelings may change

Words have an impact

one may say

they might hold you back

or save the day

the impact of them being said

may mess with your head

but on paper, there's always time for a thought or a change

So be wise with words

because they may result

In life or death

and youth and adult

Writing (a double acrostic)

By: Jack D.

When I am bored, I love to write, wow

run, my hand runs down the page in a blur.

it moves faster than a taxi,

trying to go at the speed of light.

I keep writing faster than the taxi,

never slowing. Like the rain,

goes down the page, at a light jog.

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