Here are some poems and a meaningful Art Lit project to express his inner feelings:
I really like to bike,
and when I’m with my mom I like to hike.
I made a video game,
but I think it is mostly lame.
My life is good,
but sometimes it is misunderstood,
that we are blessed.
We are fed, pampered, given shelter, and dressed.
Other people are not so lucky,
there life is mucky.
They are scared for their next meal.
To us, that feeling is just not real.
They worry about not having an education.
But us, we may take a vacation.
We are happy to get out of school.
But for them, just having a chance to go to school would be cool.
That is why our life is so good.
But they don’t have a chance at our childhood.
So even the things that make me complain,
is something that they would gain
We just came out of a show,
my mom said “lets go!”
Taking long strides,
I followed her to a cluster of rides.
I stood staring at one poster,
it boasted of the Rockin’ Roller Coaster.
My mom motioned for me to come closer,
to the ride mentioned on the poster.
We waited in line,
ice shot up my spine.
We got on the ride,
I might as well have died.
Then when the ride started,
my body and my soul figuratively parted.
I glanced at the water,
and that’s when I saw her.
I jumped in without a doubt,
not knowing fully what it was all about.
I stretched out my body to its full length,
not knowing fully what it was all about.
As hard as I was trying,
I was determined to keep this girl from dying.
Hiking down a hill in the rain was rough,
I had to stay tough.
To survive the hike from the top to the ground,
as I ran, my heart started to pound.
The rain no longer drizzled,
my confidence fizzled.
I needed to get to camp,
and run up the ramp.
Into our cabin.
I have to take the bus,
the people there love to cuss.
I’m stuck on that old wretched bus,
everyday, when I think of the bus, I fuss.
On the bus, I just sit and watch EYSTREEM,
to drown out the people who scream.
I like my bus driver,
he helps me be a survivor.
Through and through,
even when your life might stink like poo.
Take an opportunity when it hits,
and don’t throw major fits.
Be kind,
because you don’t know what you might find.
(The picture, in Jacob Lawrence style, shows how Isaac feels trapped at school...waiting for June 19th...which, ironically is also known as "Juneteenth," the celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United States in 1865).
