Below are the poetry efforts of three Faubion School fourth graders in Mr. McGee’s class.
Clouds have emotions like we do. They rain
on people and they don’t care who. Clouds
have rainbows, hair clips and ties. Sometimes
clouds are nice and make shapes in the sky.
They also make storms while our hearts
flutter high above the clouds. No storms, no
rainbows, no rain or grey skies. Sometimes no
clouds to be seen. No rainbows or storms, no
emotions or feelings, just calm and clear…
but something is near. Clouds just come
Portland is a home of clouds, they come
and go, it’s quite the show. When clouds are
excited, BOOM! Thunder or lightening all
pour through the sky. Clouds love emotions
just like you and me. Sometimes it’s better to
leave them in peace.
When I shiver in fear at night, I think what
will happen to our world. Then I think of
Faubion school. The way I feel cool, they
way my school is unique. Unique as in
feminism. Amazing people who stand up
and girls that run the playground and then
I don’t feel that bad.
I can do this.
I can show this to people who do not
believe in women’s rights. People who do
not believe in feminism. I grab my sign and
go out to the road chanting, screaming,
while the rain pours down on my cold, wet
body. Thank you Earth, Thank you for all of
the people who are feminists. Thank you.