Artist Jenny Holzer updates 7 WTC art installation with NYC children’s poemsSep 10, 2019
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DéYanni C., age 12
Prospect Park is such a beautiful Park to go to in the spring.
All of the flowers bloom and smell really good. The leaves start to grow on trees.
You see kids swinging on the swings and kids running around playing tag. You hear people talking and cars honking.
Brandon S., age 11
My favorite thing to do is ride the R train
So when there is a storm and it starts to rain We get wet in the rain but not in the train
Sometimes it goes so fast and sometimes it stops for a little while
When the train stops at a station, I can hear some music
Prospect Park Julenny R., age 10 Prospect Park dizzy hills
rolling finding playing
we were playing tug of war sunny park
Noemi M., age 17
Busy people, Google Maps says Seven minutes. Ha.
Do you mean, two minutes? Baconeggandcheese is one word not three.
We complain about the MTA getting too expensive So we Usain Bolt our way with strides
That move faster than the traffic on the bridge. We get there with five minutes to spare.
Coney Island Waves Mia C., age 12
The ocean is so blue, Each wave knows its cue The ocean is so blue, And none in a cave.
People swimming in water, oh so cool Calming just like swimming pool
People love it
And don’t make a fit Unless they get bit.
Kimberly M., age 14 I live in Brooklyn
In Brooklyn a lot of people live In Brooklyn they got good food
In Brooklyn they sell expensive things Brooklyn’s big and got a nice Brooklyn Bridge Brooklyn’s big and beautiful
Brooklyn smells like flowers and water and food.
You’ll See It Too Giovanna R., age 15
I live in a house in a town in a city
Where people walk around, talk around, looking pretty They go fast, they go quick, they go on
None ever stop. With a stop,
They can watch, go around, see my town Don’t just look–See
Don’t just walk–Watch Don’t just be–Do Don’t forget to stop
And then you’ll see it too.
Denisse R.G., age 12
If you were a person, you would be a girl Your skin would be the whole benches and
Your head and hair would be the sky and puffy clouds.
You would smell like air. And you would be free
And when you sleep and close your eyes You would go back to the stop that you are And I will see you later 18th Ave.
Brooklyn Is like a Big Book Alyn Z., age 8
Brooklyn is a big book for me
It is a ginormous book. It has many subjects in it. For example, it is a weather book
A food book
And much more.
It reminds me of a chapbook.
For example, there are so many chapters. I mean it goes beyond beyond
It will never stop.
New York City David
I woke up to A cold city.
I wore 2 socks to School
I see a person calling for a cab
There’s city buses that take you from street to street
Park has a soccer field, playground, and a basketball court.
There also cheese pizza from 2 Bros NYC is as big as the whole universe
My favorite memory
is going to Rye Playland
Morning in Harlem
This is morning
in Harlem. We’re living in beautiful buildings with nice decorations. I
can smell the fresh pizza, yummy french fries and spicy chicken wings from
miles away. The air tastes like car gas, floating around
the sky. Harlem looks beautiful, just like its night sky.
New York Alicia F.
New York is the source of fast food.
Home is my happy place, it has everything I need. The smell of food everywhere.
New York City has it all.
The sound of little kids laughter
Important people creating important things.
Phones Movies Family
New York has entertainment Burgers Drinks
Even roasted nuts.
New York has a large variety of food.
Companies such as
Apple Microsoft Google YouTube
Help us connect and experience life to the fullest. Friends
Even pets support us at our worst. Instagram
Help us express who we are easier and make me and others feel connected Medicine
Cells Needles Medics
All help us in the way others can’t Me and
Help make the world better in ways others can’t
The First Train I Ever Rode Ivan V
It is retired and it is very old
The way it moves is very valuable It will never leave my heart
Even though it might be living
It is not running
The F and M shares its route
I will never stop exploring trains The V train is the first train
I ever rode
Untitled Husam M.
When you were a child You
had all the freedom Weren’t as strict
In your own district but That all ends
When the torch burns out Your freedom is gone Like when the night
Turns to Dawn.
When the dawn Comes leaves fall From trees
But when Leaves fall Other leaves Grow.
Dreamland Childhood Luz J
Being a kid is about
a dreamland, you do not have to pay the phone bill, or the
rent, especially paying WiFi. Being a kid is about enjoying life
The only work you have is school and your homework. You can get on rides that adults can’t.
You don’t have to worry about what job you are getting in
ten years or the messes you make
Kids don’t have to worry about paying the bus driver when they get on.
Kids don’t have to worry
about which Man or Woman they pick Only worry about Now and go
with the sun until tomorrow.
Wrists and Calves Uma C.
My fame would come from drumming every
Saturday I spend my
morning in a shabby little studio on 3rd Avenue drumming till my wrists ache
until my calves are sore the happiness overtaking my exhaustion
worried about not sounding good enough
thoughts racing through my mind faster than the tempo of the song
I was in my zone my own world
It’s Spring Manal E.
Flowers are blooming Trees Are growing
It’s finally spring
The hot sun is beaming
I see people not wearing coats or boots But what I love best is
The nice warm air.
We do not have to be scared of the nice, beautiful, warm spring air.
Homeland Erick M.
I am American and Mexican
From the rundown apartments and buildings I am the corner store that feeds me to no end
I am the bike and skates I clumsily fell from many times
I am the warm and refreshing aroma of flower-scented candles From el abuelo and his good ol’ dichos and cuentos
From la abuela’s fine cooking that can satisfy even the biggest of beasts
From the many tios, tias, and primos who scattered around to different corners of this vast earth
I am from Cinco de Mayo and Dias de los Muertos From the Mariachis and sombreros
From tacos and enchiladas
Stereotypes that have been stapled into society yet make me proud
From Mount Hope
To Veracruz and Oaxaca
Places that fill me with pride and will be in my memories forever My homelands
Untitled Ta’Raun D.
I am a New Yorker & Hawaiian
I am from the Bronx right off of the Grand Concourse & up the street from Yankee Stadium
I am the cars you see double-parked on the street with the hazard lights blinking I am when the sweet BBQ ribs are getting devoured by my cousin
From sweet potato pie smell breezing through the house
I am from playing tag in my apartment building on every floor
From hitting my brother and going to a cookout every weekend and running as fast as Usain Bolt I am my great-grandmother and great-grandfather
I am my cousin coming into the room snapping jokes on us like he is Kevin Hart Who was so funny he got a Häagen-Dazs cashier job to give us free ice cream
I Am Priscila Priscila G.F
I am from somewhere en Santo Domingo and the Bronx
From eating chimichurri at 7 o’clock at night after the light goes out en Santo Domingo.
I am that big tree in our backyard that almost fell during Hurricane Sandy in the Bronx. From the city that never sleeps
I am Bronx and Ecuador.
From a loud place and a crowded place.
I am from my home feeling that i am safe but from a loud family. I am from a doll that made me feel safe in the dark nights.
From childhood pictures and Nintendo 64.
I am from a loving mother and my grandma who always cooks food when i eat her food it always blows my taste buds away because it is that good.
I am from parents who have a kind, loving heart. Who support me and love me and care for me
From eating dinner at the table as a family and talking about how our day went.
From pop songs and R&B songs that are like waves to my ear.
From Soccer and Basketball, when i play them i feel free to let out my emotions.
I am from a family and without it it would be like i am not breathing, like being a lonely survivor in the world.
This Is Who I Am!
I Am Malvis E.P.
I am Dominican Republic,
From Constanza there is a lot of trees,
is a small place and everybody knows each other.
I am the Bronx NYC they communicate with each other, is good they help and when people need something they there for you.
I am a small home where two beautiful women live and they are always together,
sitting in the couch watching Moana movie and eating some cooking.
I am Virginia Bueno Espinosa a woman who can cook the best Dominican food, smell good make me eat everything, she proud of her daughter.
I am “I grew up as strong as my mom, never give up in my goals.”
I am mangu with egg, cheese, salami,
I am Dominican Republic where a women don’t give up, work hard and hard everyday
also have respect for everybody.
I am a Dominican girl who is strong as my mom
who can do everything by herself, knows how to stand up when she down.
I Am Kyra T.
I am Big Apple and America
From the Bronx on big streets with lots of cars passing I am the Nintendo Switch
I am a warm cozy bed in a strawberry Pop-Tart I am Windows XP
From books and TV to Windows 10 I am Grandma and Grandpa
I am Mom
Who created me and helps me develop From family vacations
I am a “Smart girl”
From “itsy bitsy spider” to “shooting stars” I am Potato fries and Pumpkin pie
I am bronzed baby shoes and Grandma’s wedding picture I am Big Apple
Untitled Brandon O.
I am from the thirteen-mile strip of skyscrapers.
From staying up till dawn just to make the most of the time we had together.
From constant trips up and down la dichosa colina, just for two-liter sodas and bags of air.
From driving through the Turnpike, the Verrazano, the Washington, and the Brooklyn. All the while, looking out at the beautiful city I call mine,
The bright moonlight giving the city an external glow, the halo of an angel.
I am from turbulence on an airline,
excitement to visit mi gente, to see the tropical island, anticipating the happiness The happiness that will soon consume my being while I’m with my family.
From being told I shouldn’t or can’t but doing it anyway.
From the fear of the dark to crying in my bed at night in fear of the monsters under my bed.
From helping those I can, to ignoring those I can’t, then regretting it all afterwards. From trying my hardest,
but still not succeeding, from being overwhelmed, from
sadness, from depression from
nothing there any more.
From vibrations of the tambareta in the bomba y plena echoing in my chest, To the buzz left on my lips left by my golden instrument,
The music I played swimming through the air like a dolphin in the sunset,
I am from Royalty, from guns and roses, from Missy Elliot and the Backstreet Boys, From never-ending heartache, to loving him anyway.
From feeling betrayed and vulnerable, but keeping a smile on my face. I am from everything and nothing at all.
The Corner Store Biory D.
In the morning the corner store feels
like Times Square always crowded always full
The corner store turns into a battleground Students fighting over who gets to order first
The smell of frying bacon and the sound of the
cook scraping the grill fills the area
On rainy days all you hear is
the squeaking of sneakers Students get anxious
and impatient not wanting to be late for school
As soon as you think
It’s over the next batch comes from the train or the bus The sound of
multiple students coming in sounds like a stampede of buffalo charging at you All you hear is the old man
sitting on his scooter yelling “next!”
for the next person in line to pay
The corner store
is always crowded always full
The corner is a battleground