The Wait By Julia of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 TweetShareGoogle+Email I wait and wait for the moment to come, but when it finally arrives, I am no longer waiting. Tags: National Poetry MonthTweetShareGoogle+Email Related Content Atlas By Juliette of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 Dear World, If I were to hold you, you would have to be small, to fit my small hands. I would hold you and protect you if it weren’t for the problem that everyone is so big - too heavy for me to carry - and they don’t seem willing to change for one small person. Street By Luke of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 Sun burning bright in soft blank sky. Asphalt streets lined with trees, yet emanating heat. Black ramp, years of people gripping its rail. The street an orchestra of colors: green, black, brown, yellow, red up to the clouds of white. Inside the houses, people languish escaping from the heat. Joggers brave the scorching sidewalk. We all feel it. The street is alive despite the excruciating heat. Who am I? By Sandra of Fulmore Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 I am a Hispanic-American, 14 years old. Both of my parents are from Mexico and it’s in my blood. On weekdays, I sometimes go home and watch novelas, eat tacos and chicharrones with salsa valentina. Yeah, I am a Hispanic girl who is planning to have a Quinceanera for an unforgettable day. But I am also an American girl, born here in the U.S.A. and it also runs in my blood. On Wednesdays, I look forward to watching Modern Family while eating hot dogs and hot cheetos.