6th Graders are Poets!
6th Grader Poetry
Teacher: Ms. Megan O’Hare
We are excited to present some of the poetry
of our 6th Graders!

Do You Remember?
By: Anonymous 6th Grader
Do you remember?
Yeah, I remember
I remember when we were kids who never frowned
We would all play together on the playground
I remember when we were care free
And when darkness came we’d never flee
I remember when we all had a say
We never played roles others told us to portray
I remember when there was no such thing as fright
I wasn’t scared of what creatures wandered the night
I remember that good old life
When all that surrounded us was light
Now all I can remember is feeling betrayed
And how much I’m wanting that feeling to fade
Now all I do is follow their rules
because
I don’t want to be bullied in school
All I want to do is shout
but I can’t
Not with this mask
over my mouth
Now I remember I have to act “cool”
Cause if not, I’ll be seen as a fool
So instead of shaking and needing to surrender
I smile when someone says
“Do you remember?”
It’s My People
By: Anonymous 6th Grader
WheeOoh! WheeOoh!
All I hear is sirens
Knowing it’s the police
Taking control of my people
Everyday I have to wake up
Scared to leave my own home
Cause I know when I walk on the streets
What I am going to see
One of my black brothers saying, ”I can’t breathe,”
One of my black sisters gone, while she was sleeping
Might see the police breaking,
And shooting in the wrong apartment
It is hard to see them bleed,
But at least they’ve been freed
Am I Good Enough?
By Anonymous 6th Grader
As you sit down
Thinking to yourself
Am I good enough?
Will I ever be good enough?
Body Shaming and Bullying
Is this the world we created?
Hate and Fear
Problems amongst Problems
And still you wonder
Am I good enough?
Society is our greatest enemy
Society is our biggest threat
But there isn't any need to fret
Because there is a special door,
Where your heart can be restored.
Even though it appears to be locked
As we ask ourselves these questions
Am I good enough?
Will I ever be?
We sabotage ourselves
When all we need is a key
Self Love is the key
To the door which can restore.
The American Flag
By: Anonymous 6th Grader
War, fighting, everywhere
And just the other day we had to bury
Henry Ware
He was a strong soldier
So many people crying in the heavy air
I am the American Flag
I am given to the soldiers family
In memory of the soldiers calamity
They store me as their most prized possession
Because it was sad ending of their child's session
Why am I being folded
I’m stuck here being molded and eroded
I getting very cold and
Decades later the old hands
Give me to new hands
Then I’m buried in the low land
I am the American Flag
I am something very few Americans have
I am here for any family
I am the American Flag!
Getting Over It
By: Anonymous 6th Grader
Learning is a power
Your imagination stacks
Like a tower.
Pain is the best teacher
But the worst friend
You feel like a believer
But you’re a small creature
About to get crushed.
You are filled with dreams
Until they all turn to dust,
But you get back up
There is a little stump
You can't get over
You become a learner
And you realize it’s just a clover.
Like a leaf you step over
Getting past life problems
With ease
And you start to feel
That it’s just a little breeze
Getting knocked down
And you seize
The last moment
You defeated your opponent.
You are worth everything
Life provides,
Obstacles are life problems
They are columns
That knock you down
Always focus on the present
Experience what life offers
Live in the moment.
You have a good life
Ahead of you
You can get through
Everything that gets thrown
To whom,
You.
Out of Reach
By: Anonymous 6th Grader
Have you ever been in a dream?
Sitting at a table
With a drink and food in front of your face
You are talking and laughing with nothing to trace
Then you grab your drink and you finally realize…
It doesn't work…
Grey skies, Stormy nights
Are always here
But my freedom
Yeah…
That’s never near
Everytime I try, my confidence is high
But an obstacle comes
And ruins all the fun
Climbing a mountain is great at the start
Till every little thing starts falling apart
You drop your bag and watch everything go
Knowing you have to restart the show
When a person says “reach for the stars”
You go and do that
You stretch out your arm
Attempting to grab, arms breaking
But you keep going even though your body’s aching
If you reach for what you want
You may not always get it
But as long as you tried your best
You will always win
My Thoughts, My Actions, My Future
Anonymous 6th Grader
I have as many questions, actions, thoughts of my future,
as leaves on a fully grown tree.
What does my dad think of me?
What does my sister think of me?
What do my classmates think of me?
Heck, do they even think about me?
Everyday I worry about a whole bunch of things.
Like how is my family doing?
Am I a good person?
What am I going to do with my life?
What am I going to do for a living?
Everyday I regret what I have done.
I have made people sad,
I have hurt others’ feelings,
Have I ever been racist?
Am I who I think I am?
Am I the same person who I thought will find success?
Am I the same kind person that I think I am?
Am I the same person to make people happy?
Am I still Me?
Know all of these thoughts are in my head,
instead of financial advice.