In Our Words

In Our Words 2018-07-24T09:04:09+00:00

The Mound STEM Girls Team perform their Gold Mic Award winning poem, Scholars Anthem.

Mound STEM Boys Team – Gold Mic Award winning poem, Mound STEM School – Audio done with Notes for Notes.

The Artemus Ward Girls Team perform their Silver Mic Award winning poem, Questions of Peace.


Articulate. Powerful. Inspirational.

We could describe our Poet-Athletes’ poetry in a number of ways, but it helps to see for yourself. Check out a sampling of their rhymes:


You, storm of madness,
Strong and cruel,
Sunk my country in sadness
Made us feel defeat.

You tried to take hope away
With every single tree.
You tried to sway,
With every home you take.

Nos trataste de quitar esperanza
Con cada arbol
Que moviste,
Con cada casa que te llevaste

All those beautiful pictures,
Of lands now a memory.
Lives left with a mixture,
Of deep despair.

Todas esas bellas imagines,
De tierras, una memoria.
Vidas dejadas con una mezcla,
De profundo desepero.

You think you left us without hope,
When in truth you gave us more.
We don’t mope,
We are stronger than before.

Crees que nos dejaste sin esperanza
Cuando en realidad dejaste mas
No nos decaermos.
Somos mas Fuertes que antes!

Thomas Jefferson Newcomers Academy – Group Poem – Fall 2017


Violence, Violence, Violence.
All around me all I see is violence.
All I see is people being mean.
No safe space, no freedom.
I can’t even ride my bike around the neighborhood.
So come on people it’s time,
Let’s make a change.
This time let’s make real change.
Stop hurting each other.
So, come on people let’s just be nice to one another.
I can’t stand it anymore, all I see is….
Violence, Violence, Violence.
Caden J. – Mound STEM School


When I hear the starting whistle it is like a fantasy.
The sound of the ball flying through the air is like lightening striking a tree.
When I feel my foot strike the soccer ball it’s like I’ve won a marathon.
The opponents fear as we take the lead.
Hearing the game ending whistle,
I knew I fell in love with soccer.

Ayed F.- Buhrer Dual Language Academy 

Girl Power

Girl Power Looks Like
Bravery, confidence, leadership and a proud wildflower.
My team being the best there is.
When you pass NWEA’s and get an A+.
Working together in a game and all of us giving each other signals.
The light that shines in your eyes when you achieve a goal and show confidence in yourself.
Everyone in my school, altogether.

Girl Power Smells Like
Sweat after a victory when you win.
Red Velvet cake.
Confidence, victory, perfume, and sweet ice cream.

Girl Power Sounds Like
Music to my ears.
An army of strong independent women.
When people are cheering for you,
When the referee says, “Yellow Team wins!”

Girl Power Tastes Like
Milk Ways, ice cream and Snickers.
Cupcake swirl.
An ice cream sunday when it just came out of the machine.
The grass when you kick a soccer ball.
Sweet, sweet ice cream and victory.

Girl Power Feels Like
When you win a soccer game.
A soft pillow when you fall down on the grass.
When my feet hurt after the game.
Protecting the ball from the goal.

Girl Power Looks Like Me!

– Warner Girls Leadership Academy (Yellow Team) – Group Poem – Fall 2017

What Do You See When You Look At Me?

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see a drug addict?

What do you see when you look at me?
That my ancestors owned slaves.

What do you see when you look at me?
A criminal or a gang member.

What do you see when you look at me?
A girl who is rude.

What do you see when you look at me?
A princess with no worries.

What do you see when you look at me?
Contributor to our high crime rate.

What do you see when you look at me?
A troublemaker, drama starter.

What do you see when you look at me?
An illegal immigrant.

What do you see when you look at me?
Trailer trash or dumpster girl.

What do you see when you look at me?
A thief? A robber?

What do you see when you look at me?
An undercover racist.

What do you see when you look at me?
Bad attitude having.

What do you see when you look at me?
A terrorist, are you afraid of me?

What do you see when you look at me?
What you should see is the future.
The people who will one day run the world.
Who jut need the opportunity to shine and rise to the occasion.
Please don’t discount me.
Don’t cast me to the side because of what you see.
I am so much more than what you assume.
So, tell me honestly;

What do you see…when you look at me?

-Robinson G. Jones Middle School Group Poem – Fall 2017


Have you ever felt nervous?
Or are you the confident type.
Well to me that title don’t fit me right.
I’m scared if I show myself,
Then I will get laughed at….
Cause people will judge me for a fact.
Sometimes I feel my feet get stuck to the ground>
I feel eyes piercing at me all around.
Feel the ground breaking under my feet and the ground swallowing me.
But I know I’ll make it out alive.
All I really have to do is strive.

Chanel R. – Wade Park School

Where I’m From

I am from the little blue and white house on the west side of Cleveland,
From my Mom’s spaghetti and meatballs and vanilla cake with sprinkles.
I am from the quiet street with trees that are taller than the Key Bank building downtown,
And close friends and family that I go to the park with.

I am from green okay trees in the spring time,
Whose branches reach to the sky like the Eiffel Tower.
I am from Beyblades and remote control cars,
From Jennifer and Deanna.

I am from a crazy family, but a loving family.
I am from swimming in the summer and watching Home Alone 3 on Christmas Day.

I am from all these things that make up me!

I’saic P. – Newton D. Baker School of the Arts

Not a Shame

I’m not a shame.
My skin is brown.
My lips are full.
My nose is wide.
My hair is like wool.

That is where I come from.
A legacy of kings and queens.
I love my people,
I love myself,
I am Legacy.

Legacy W. – Fullerton School