And recite the dysfunctional religion created by
People referred to as Master
Plastered words into our minds to believe
That our existence on this earth was a mistake, a sin
Barefoot our ancestors walked for miles and miles
With back scars screaming for a voice to save the child
The same child birthed by a raped negro mother
That negro child gave birth to a child and that child
Without a father -
Wonder why teenage fathers of today run away from their responsibilities
These slave masters were pimps before black folk even thought of the name
I often shun my head away from the black community in shame
Obama cannot redeem us as Harriet Tubman freed us
They inflicted words into our throats to make us believe we need Jesus
Looking above the sky to the north star, wade in the water
The same waters that trouble us to this day because we sink in our ignorance
Frolicked pieces of paper represented our freedom
One signature by one Master and we thought our shackles were lifted
Not as in smoking, but as in without the slightest clue that we will never be -
[A Natural Blessing]
Someone explain the N-word
Not Nigga but Nappy
Afro-picks to the kinks make the curls so happy
Natural is beautiful, even if you refuse to represent it
Admit it, no relaxer can change the pigment around your laughter
Skin color is irrelevant
But unruly heads make society so tender,
It's a hec-a-hard to separate the ignorant,
Oops, I meant the "ignant" to the melanin
Fists of pride we were discovered in
Still had origin when stripped of rights by the government
Motivational speakers, activists, we were all of them
Even with the two strand twists, locks, braids, cornrows, afros, blow-outs & hot-combs
Hair will never define our capabilities
So don't limit me to stereotypes because of my originality
Personality is more than a clenched fist and a microphone,
And if you don't like it, then you can close your eyes or go home
Cause I'm gonna wear my afro, you ain't gotta ask bro
I was born Proud and Pride was a given
I won't give in to a limited standard
Straight hair won't tame me,
A nappy head won't change me
Accepted or Rejected,
I am a Natural Blessing
[Art of Noise]
I'm from a place so authentic that it would be too disrespectful to describe with my intelligence
So listen with your eyes and see with your ears the feel of what my truth might reveal:
All of my Grandmother's children have soul from our 8-counts to the bend in our toes
Arches on our feet so we don't stomp on the spirits setting us free
Torchetaes and pottybooraes
We knew these words before we could spell them, let alone pronounce them
Our rhythm rampaged through our hearts
There was no such thing as a break
Next was the buffalo shuffle, another 8-count
While we could still feel the vibrations from our tap shoes in our sleep
Every Saturday was a ritual for repentance
The minute your heels touch the floor of the studio,
Your sins forgotten, forgiven
For now is the world that you live in
For the next 34 saturdays of the year,
YOU WILL LIVE, EAT, BREATHE, SLEEP AND THINK DANCE.
Nothing else matters.
I'm from a place where I'm not accepted for who I am. In some way, shape or form, I am always picked apart for my skin color, originality or my body type. So where I'm really from is a phrase.
"It ain't where you from, it's where you at…"
Warm Summers, a rainy Spring, and a snowy Winter.
I am from Monument road, where the leaves and flowers
scatter the yard.
I am from "dust this, clean that, do this, do that"
I'm from New Year's Day brunch
with people filling the house.
I'm from hands on waist
Arms Crossed, stern look disciplinarians.
Church going, "Amen"
and prayer reciting Christians.
From the strong veterans
serving our country
and protecting the family.
I am from great cooks and amazing bakers
sending beautiful scents around the house.
From the Davenports from Virginia
with a poultry farm
and many acres of land.
I am from loving friends
who are there to talk and laugh whenever we need it.
I am from singers, dancers, and musicians
performing their talents for many to see.
I am from family that sticks together through the
ups and downs.
I am from a strong, powerful, and diverse lineage.
old and new
school, books, ipods
what makes me move is what i am
bellydancing, Shakira mah inspiration!
Argentina, spanish, abuela i’m from
philly to the depths and lights
hurts and pain
from my cousin
lives day by day in our hearts
i’m from empandas
whose insides are delicious
of variant fillings
By: Michelle Torelli
From 40+ growing exponentially it seems
Family I mean
From people I seem to contrast drastically
Where I’m may not say much,
To my aunt’s got a whole novel, and then some
I’m from my grandparents who lived nearly a century
Who seem to have left behind ever more than they thought they would
I’m arguing about who would kill who: “Batman or Goku?”
Not realizing, better yet, not caring we’ve got work to do.
I’m from walking in back, because apparently I walk too slow.
“And we’re in the back AGAIN.” Stephen says.
Making jokes at the people in front,
They know we’re talking about them, but that’s the fun right?
I’m from never getting any work, when my friends are around
I’m from a point in which I thought I couldn’t escape
Told I was too quiet, or stupid
Second I open my mouth: “Wow he’s really smart!”
Really? I didn’t know.
Sorry I wasn’t born with the size of a dart
I’m from straight D’s to straight A’s
Haha, I lie, there may be few B’s in there
I’m from seeing my friends all set on their careers and life choices
But all I want is to experience everything
Visit everywhere, do everything
Well, not everything but you know what I mean
I’m from me, where are you from?
I’m from the home land.
I’m from dirty fields.
I’m from blood sweat and tears.
I’m from a home filled of amazing smells
And, dirty socks.
I’m from a loving family.
Who I want to kill
But, always in goodwill
They only want me to fulfull
Everything that I’m capable in.
My bed, my lovely bed
With Red sheets
So loving, so amazing
When I come home tired it’s blazing with delight
I just want to cuddle with it forever.
I’m the most delicious food you’ll ever eat.
It’s amazing and I can only find it in my amazing house
Her spouse is an amazing guy.
He’s my dad, and I love him
But, he can be an ass.
I’m Mohamed, and I love my House!
A playful dad and
Loud, Annoying siblings running around
Where everything is everywhere
Where nothing can be found
I’m from a family
where food is everything
Mixed-Tradional foods, should I say
Indian and Tibetan
- A Mixed Cultural family
I’m from inner city, where
No one knows their neighbors!
I’m from different country
with a complete different background
From the rest of the kids in here
where everybody knew each other
I’m from a veteran dad
who cares about health
if I were a little out of shape,
he’ll say “Bhumo la, you need to cut down on that food”
Or “You better start working out again”
I’m from a spiritual mom
who always quotes “God”
who always loved me more than anything.
I’m from a small blue room
with a small television
always on disney channel
I’m from a school
filled with talented students
I’m from making my head
bigger and bigger, day by day.
I’m from an english class
with us writing a poem
called “I am from..”
I am basketball court
to make every shot
even though I can’t.
I am from the joint
that my neighbor smokes everyday
I am from the joint
that my other neighbor smokes everday
I am from the lone kid
who watches his neighbors
smoke and drink.
But even though I live hear.
I would change nothing about it.
I am from neighborhood
who watches for me.
I am from a buddies
who would fight for me.
I am from a loving family.
who cares and loves for me
I am from a tradition
of neighborhood sport parties.
I am from a tradition
of neighborhood fried chicken.
I am from a tradition
of neighborhood love.
I am from a tradition
of family Christmas.
I am from a tradition
of family Easters.
I am from a tradition
of family Thanksgiving dinners.
I am from the bads.
I am from the goods.
Full of neighbors.
I am from a neighborhood
Full of familes
I’m from the hustle and bustle of a city
From West Philadelphia born and raised
Said a famous actor
But that’s my story
I’m from the hood fireworks before independence day
From little girls double dutch on cracked concrete
From manhunt games going into wee hours of the morning
From a type A mother
And a hang-loose father
From two complete opposite sides of the spectrum
Im from snapping peas women
And washing collard greens in the bath tub
I’m from church on Sunday
Bible study Wednesday with a youth group who is nothing but callow
From retreats to hiking, biking and fishing
I’m from a city where nature & a city is no more then a mile away
I’m from a town who bands together in the face of injustice
I’m from a family who does nothing but support me
I’m from a school where being quirky and outlandish is the norm
From a world where technology is on the rise
From a mind where intelelect is the only answer
From a street where crime is only a stereotype and not a fact
From a father who protects me
I am from blessings and miracles
A once quaint streak of depressingly similar 18ft wide, boxy, West Philly row homes-
now infested with the bellows of
“OHHHHH YOU TRYNA BUST???”
Is where I’m from.
Where voicing verbal lashes of insults with your very best friends are the norm.
And if the insult wasn’t “good enough” then
“That shit was ass”
is the retort for your failed attempt of humor.
Yep, I’m from
Teeth chattering and hand numbing winter nights of 20 and below
On a cold and unwelcoming cemented porch
Where adolescents bundle air tight with each other’s limbs and torsos
like horror-struck kindergarteners
clinging dearly to their mothers with a suffocating iron grip on the first day of school.
Where being together in the cold of the night was more important then being warm, cozy and sane
“Yo, what’s ya name?” and “Damn, who’re you?”.
Where apparently silence isn’t taken as “I’m clearly NOT interested”.
I’m from summers of sweating puddles, shopping obsessively, and
I’m from persistent car alarms screeching ear-popping pitches,
all because our football decided to take air in its own route.
Where shades of mocha, caramel, and vanilla
strut underneath towering tracks of the EL,
pushing aside outward differences for a mere moment-
is where I’m from.
Yeah, I’m from
Horrendous animal nicknames, tedious trips to the “Papi’s”, and
hyena-like fits of laughter with my very best friends.
I believe I’m from those days
with my very best friends.
Guarding blooming roses and juicy berries
I’m from withered brick pathways
Behind rotting wooden gates with squeaky hinges
I’m from annual block parties
an aroma of pasta salad and country time lemonade
I’m from peach pies and banana bread
made on the whim of a man raised
to make things without the recipe
I’m from TV dinners in Central Perk
and night caps of 100% V
I’m from home made noodles
Mirroring my ancestor’s ancient history
that’s new to me
I’m from day dreaming nights
falling stars and purple aliens
just waiting to make friends
I’m from early Sunday mornings
Episcopal church and Quaker meetinghouse
Starting in a sounding chorus
And ending in silent prayer.
“Where I am from” Poem
I am from the core of sport centers
Roars that follow louder then cars
Homes lined up to its twin sharing
the occasional tree that separates the outlook.
I am from the smell of detailed foods.
As the smells travel throughout the house
Satisfying as it reaches your tongue.
I am from the couch where my grandfather would sit
and not one baseball game was missed.
I am from the cold winters and the hot summers
One night colder or warmer then another.
I am from the wildly celebrated holidays
That lasted from days on end.
The ones that brought our family closer
And together for remembrance.
I am from the do good
And good things will come to you.
I am from the educated
And learn new things everyday.
and crafts that are always home-made
I am from the non-judgmental,
yet critical, the accepting once well-known
from different standpoints that come together
in a cluttered home of knick-knacks
I am from Kinkade prints and dolls
fake flowers and a crowded curio cabinet
from decorations for memories
I am from apple dumplings
and warm vanilla pudding
from goods made from scratch
kept within the family, a box of recipes
I am from readers, writers and artists
graffiti, poetry and free-style
from horror, mysteries and thrillers
yellowed pages of passed down material
not in the typical sense but
a town within a large city
a small place where you may know my name
or my face
but it ends there
I'm from a medium sized house with a medium sized family in it
from Kevin, the other one of two children
two point five children and a white picket fence?
not so much,
a gray wire fence though does the same job
holds in the large dreams
protecting them from harm
as we sit together around the kitchen table discussing days on end
I'm from a garden,
tomatoes, peppers and more
planted and cultivated by Dad and now myself
but also of large dreams
where some lie dead in the face of financial distress
others, in lack of progress
from dreams blooming like sunflowers
large dreams speak to the hours and hours I spend
pouring over books, fact and figures
attempting to use the ingredients and execute the recipe
began by Mom
I'm from baking bread
the doughy smell enveloping the house
the lock to the fence
the security blanket
keeping us from getting hurt
from being a convert, to the broken world
I'm from protection
"You're extremely lucky,
so many would wish
for just this"
I am from the fields that I have played in.
I am from the box elder tree
The monkey caller
Whole sound would end our playtime every day
Making me sigh and walk back inside, even though I was looking fore ward to the next activity.
I am from FamilyFrom place to place
No matter how far
I am from playing sports,
from friendly family competition in which we all try our hardest to impress the ones we are closest to
I am from GamingFrom an anger so uncalled for it amazes even me
From amazingly fun times
I am from breaking things out of anger
I am from screaming my head off
Whether it be out of rage
Or out of amazement of the miracle that just happened, but holds no significant meaning in the world.
I am from experience,
my parents guided me in the right direction.
I am from choices,
learning from failure has always been my case.
From football to chess,
I was always good, but always wanted to be better.
Being second best never bothered me though.
I am from prodigy
expectations did always come before failure after all,
I am from diversity,
growing up I learned to accept all types of people
I am from opinionated beliefs that always landed me in a hell of a lot of trouble.
From challenging authority to never accepting ranks, it never ended well in my favor.
But most of all,
I am from the belief that I have purpose,
I refuse to accept that the gift given to me is just for me to throw away.
I am from a time where I am forced to watch my friends and family,
succumb to the pain and weight of life.
I am from a time where numbness is just second to nothingness.
I am from the past,
Here to pave the way for the future.
I am from long hard days,
from education and studies.
I am from the gentle breeze flowing
through the city like water.
I'm from the close knit family
with smells of baked apples
and hints of cinnamon.
I’m from the holidays
filled with laughter
and chatter of recent successes.
I'm from God Bless You
and songs of the saviour
whose notes I can say myself
I am from long nights of gaming
pushing on through the stars
as if the sun would never rise
I'm from the land of memories,
Mickey Mouse and Pluto.
I am from long melodies
of times long forgotten
and strumming of guitars
of the musical legends.
I am from those moments--
forever alive in memory--
'til the end of time
I am from "Next time on Dragonball Z,"
from top ramen and hot dogs.
I am from training wheels until I was 9,
from melancholy Seattle weather.
I am from waking up at six only to go back to sleep at seven.
I am from reading Marcel Proust,
from practicing penmanship.
I am from "LET THEM EAT CAKE",
from venica por favor.
I am from treat others as you want to be treated, and what goes in must come out.
I am from tuna casserole,
from tandoori salmon.
I am from putting pearls in my little sisters ear.
I am from reading, playing , and loving life.
I am from the science of mind to who cares about religion.
I am from Goku can beat Batman
from are you from Great Britain.
I am from winning my first gym badge,
from losing to the elite four.
I am from space jam, who framed roger rabbit,
from catdog and keenan and kel.
I am from Gandhi Speaks, and Jesus walks,
I am from “Winston Why Do You Always Talk?”
In Scranton, where the landscape is green, luscious, and nice.
I am from all around,
Pennsylvania to North Carolina,
I am from different states and towns.
I am from families all around the East coast,
we don’t really have unique foods we like,
we can settle with spaghetti and toast.
I am from a plain, simple family,
we go through some bumps long the road,
from the lessons that not everything is about money.
I am like a nomad,
moving all around this city,
look at all these homes - do you like my pad?
I am from worry-free folks,
everything is fine as long as you’re still alive,
life’s too short to sit around and mope.
I am from a young family,
so their experiences make them overprotective
and never want to leave me be.
There’s not much else to share,
if there’s any questions just ask,
I don’t want to bore you with information if you don’t care.
array ( 0 => array ( 'authorEmail' => 'jsample', 'resourceID' => 'spreadsheet:0Ak7gUZAoF9-vdE5YM3VDc3NhN2N3MVZHU0JPYzVzSGc', 'title' => 'this', 'link' => 'https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ak7gUZAoF9-vdE5YM3VDc3NhN2N3MVZHU0JPYzVzSGc&hl=en_US', ), 1 => array ( 'authorEmail' => 'jsample', 'resourceID' => 'document:1h9_3_SeQ_D_IPoNUciorjklgCt73KBLaKznPKfX8iH8', 'title' => 'Dokument bez názvu', 'link' => 'https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/1h9_3_SeQ_D_IPoNUciorjklgCt73KBLaKznPKfX8iH8/edit?hl=en_US', ), )
Tuesday, Sept. 6th:
8:15-10:15am - 2 hour advisory
10:20-11:35 - X band
11:40-12:45 - Y band
12:50-1:55 - A Band
2:00-3:05 - B Band
Wednesday, Sept. 7th:
8:15-9:15am - 1 hour advisory
9:20-10:25 - C Band
10:30-11:35 - D Band
11:40-12:45 - E Band