By Yvette Cardenas
Teacher: Yessica Rodriguez, Rosa Parks School
Award: Honorable Mention, Fifth Grade Poetry
I am one of the marching kids.
I wonder when this will end.
I hear screams and calm singing voices.
I see water hoses and angry dogs.
I want freedom.
I am one of the marching kids.
I pretend to not be scared.
I feel pain.
I touch my wounds.
I worry about my family.
I cry in jail for my mom.
I am one of the marching kids.
I understand that we can’t just get rid of this.
I say I have a dream, just like Martin Luther King.
I dream that one day we will be free.
I try to have more hope.
I hope to end this
I am one of the marching kids.