May 2022
The Bear Necessities
Vol XXII - Issue 4 - J. Graham Brown School (546 South First Street 40202)
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Brown School Artwork, Poetry, Etc.
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I Am Black Woman
By Keaira Carr
Though my voice may not be heard
And my distress is deemed as absurd
I am me, I am a black woman
Though my laugh may be noisy
And my confidence joys me
I am me, I am a black woman
My plump and wide
And pride always catches your eye
I am me, I am a black woman
Black girl, black man,
black kid, black they/them
Don’t you try to hide
You're valid and you’ll always strive
Keep your head up
For the world will shove it down
And always remember this, my love
You are black, you are a dove
Your skin illuminating different tones
And your strength making others scream and groan
You are you, you are a black person
For this, I will make you see
So take my hand
And let's sing this song
For we are black, and that's lifelong
The Beauty of Connection
By Olivia Graham
When we look back in time
We see how things used to be
We see ourselves in what is no longer known as normal
Disguised
Distant
Contactless with one another
We moved the idea of these things
To such substandard slips
Mistakes of the world
Comely to us hands that can hold
Comely to us friends that are close
Comely to us fears of the past
Comely to us faces revealed
Those of whom we idolize
Luminous in our regard
Daily to our admiration
Ugly to us this cloak we endure
Ugly to us the fear of the untold
Ugly to us the unfeeling hand
Ugly are the disconnected
We have sculpted this image
Thus ugly to our sight
But there is beauty in this connection
Leading us to the path of harmony
Soon we will be free
Disclosed
Balanced
At hand
Burning
By Keaira Carr
Worn, is what she feels
the color of her white shirt
Buttoned down against her skin
Burning, her hill is burning
Her skin is burning, on this hill
She’s worn, tired of this burning
It leaves scars on her once clear skin
Her eyes close, embracing the fire
She’s the forest
The fire burning her trees
The trees tumble on her body
Leaving her alone, and cold
She was meant to stay
She’s the cause of this fire
Her fire glides,
knocking down her trees
And bringing in destruction
She’s the destruction
And yet she's still a witness watching it
Tired
Worn
Burning
Watching
Causing
She’ll continue to be worn
And not fix it
The Hearts Of Louisville
By Shelby Geraghty
Photo Essay: Louisville in bloom
By Vivien Englund
What We've Done
COVID-19 has caused a change in how we do business. Students will be able to incorporate video into their stories and use other technological advances. They will use new ways of outreach in order to get the latest from our elementary and middle school friends.