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Nonfiction in response to Partnerships for the Goals
May 2019
When I was little, my teachers taught my peers and me skills like adding and subtracting, reading and writing. They also taught us other skills like sharing with each other, talking about our problems, and negotiating solutions. These are basic principles...
By Georgia Bernbaum
May 2019
Nonfiction in response to Partnerships for the Goals
To achieve all 16 goals, the United Nations put forth the 17th goal which encourages collaboration between public and private sector to achieve the goals.Schools, public or private, play an important role to help achieve this 17th goal. They should prepare the future...
By Grace Muresan
Poem in response to No Poverty
January 2018
By Jenny Li

Photo Credit: Wix.com
Inspired by "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty sleeping campesinos,
The only thing moving
Was the pencil of a girl.
II
She was of three truths
Like a notebook
In which there are three rings.
III
The girl grew in a wooden shack.
It was a small part of the earth.
IV
A row of crates and a migrant farmer
Are one.
A dream, an education, and a campesino child
Are one.
V
She does not know which to prefer,
The beauty of her father’s strong shoulders
Or the beauty of Huckleberry Finn,
The whistle ending the work day
Or just after.
VI
The girl filled the small table
With her notebooks.
Her mother’s bent back
Ached in the negative space of bushels.
The shadow of her mother loomed over the stove
Like blackbirds circling the field.
VII
O thin walls of the school,
Why do you imagine flaxen-haired boys?
Do you not see how the girl
Writes with the hand
Of the scholars about you?
VIII
She knows Shakespeare’s sonnets
And the beautiful Pythagorean Theorem;
But she knows, too,
That the camp
Has taught her what she knows.
IX
When her learning expands beyond the perimeters of the farm,
The girl marks the end
Of one of many cycles.
X
At the sight of the calloused hands
Tending to the brown earth,
Even the hardened campesino
Would cry out sharply.
XI
She walked across the tilled soil
In a wide-brimmed hat.
Once, a fear pierced her,
In that she mistook
The shadow of her ancestors
For her own fate.
XII
The migrant worker is moving.
The harvest must be ready for picking.
XIII
It was picking season all summer long.
The girl was growing
And she will continue to grow.
The open notebook sat
In-between rows of corn.