A recurring entry on why we like the things we like, and why you might like them, too. Wonder Woman a poem by Ada Limon from The Carrying. Standing at the swell of the muddy Mississippi after the Urgent Care doctor had just said, Well, sometimes shit happens, I fell good and hard for New Orleans all over again. Pain pills swirling in the purse along with a spell for later. It’s taken a while for me to admit, I am in a raging battle with my body, a spinal column thirty-five degrees bent, vertigo that comes and goes like a DC Comics villain nobody can kill. Invisible pain is both a blessing and a curse. “You always look so happy,” said a stranger once as I shifted to my good side grinning. But that day, alone on the riverbank, brass blaring from the Steamboat Natchez, out of the corner of my eye, a girl, maybe half my age, is dressed, for no apparent reason, as Wonder Woman. She struts by in all her strength and glory, invincible, eternal, and when I stand to clap (because who wouldn’t), she bows and poses like she knew I needed the myth, —a woman, by a river, indestructible Submitted by: Ms. McGinty. From a book in our library. I don't read poetry often, but I love it when it's like this.....clapping for a random girl strutting by. Love it.
Chin up, young person. We're going on summer break....with skies of blue, and clouds of white. Chin up, young person. "They can understand if you're coming from a place of love." Chloe Hayden Chin up, young person. What's really happening in those dark clouds overhead? (A non-scientific answer.....) Chin up, young person. They just wanted to get it off the ground.....they ended up in space. Chin up, young person. "It's in our blood....it's who we are as a people." Alfie Jacques, Stickmaker of the Iroquois |
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