Jubilee

A place that shines bright
A place that is filled with glory
A place that stands tall
A place that has hope for a better future
A place called Jubilee…

Jubilee, a place that’s made of dreams
And where dreams can come to life
A place that makes education so understandable
And realistic, you won’t believe it.

Jubilee, a place where your teachers love you
And will do anything to give their students
A good education.
Jubilee, a place that is amazing
You won’t believe how much
This little school can achieve…

Jubilee

(Inspired by a poem by Rimbaud)

On sunny spring mornings
I’ll go down to Jubilee
waiting to learn
feeling the sun’s heat on
my head.
I won’t talk;
all I will do
is walk into
a glorious state of mind.

The Country

(Inspired by a poem by Lorca)

the country
is ruled
by an imposter
I think he has it
in him to do good
the country
is missing something
very big. It’s like
Billie Holiday
with no microphone
like Dizzy
with no trumpet
Martin Luther King, Jr.
with no voice
the country
with no president

Blue

I am vast and deep
as the sky itselfInspired
strong yet soft
gentle but rough
I can twist your eyes
and make you
hypnotized
I am strong then fade
dark then light
I am crazy then mellow
I am omnicient.

My Blood

My blood is great
because it once flowed through W.E.B.
My blood has a voice
because of Martin Luther King.
My blood never stops
it flows like a stream.

My blood has come
from Africa
it flowed
on the banks of the Nile River
my blood came from the Lincoln Memorial
the day freedom rang
my blood is more powerful than slavery
and now you know
you know
what my blood can do
look inside yourself
your blood will tell
you about you.

I Am the Color

I am the color of the
beautiful sky
I am the color of
the dark night
some say I’m
bad
I bring newday
happiness
Is that really
me?
no
I am beautiful
wild like the
wind
cool
like the
ocean
best of all I’m
mysterious
try to know me
I’d rather you not
you never will anyway
I am the queen of the
pride
wild
you can’t keep me
in a cage
I am my color
my color is me
my color loves me

Macire

I am Macire
I am Macire
I dream bright
My soul is like a forest fire
hard to put out
My brain is a complicated machine
I am caring like a crocodile mother
I am a Senegalese person
I am strong like a gorilla
soft as a feather
I am creative
like the painter of
Mona Lisa
I am Macire
I am bright as the sun
mysterious as the
Amazon Rain Forest
I am noticeable as the ground
I am man
I am Macire