Beyond the Nest In my front yard A giant oak stands Its branches all twisted Forking into smaller strands And resting in the middle On a bed of woven leaves Is a tiny little bird nest Where a tiny bird grieves For tomorrow is the day When it has to leave the nest Kept awake by many worries It can’t get a wink of rest When it finally shuts its eyes And tucks its head into its wing It is woken in the morning When its mother starts to sing Then the other birds start joining In the tweeted goodbye song Till’ it echoes through streets And carries long and clear and strong The tiny bird spreads out its wings And then away it flies Its family’s song still in its ears As it caws one last goodbye Soon after that it found a tree And built itself a home Next to the one where it once lived Because why be alone?
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Privilege is a difficult topic to cover for anyone, let alone a 7th grader. But Nate has done a wonderful job at broaching this tricky subject with the poem below. Impressed? Confused? Want to know more? Post comments & questions below!
Birthright To dwell on the prominence Of some white men Is a mistake In this culture. To be? Listened to Acknowledged Is a cherished feeling That everyone deserves. Or not to be? Heard But what you learned Was of their privilege From birthright. Yet with acknowledgement And equality Anyone Can succeed In fighting prejudice. |
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