May 2022

The Bear Necessities

Vol XXII - Issue 4 - J. Graham Brown School (546 South First Street 40202)

mybrownschool.org

The Official Newspaper of the J. Graham Brown School

Brown School Artwork, Poetry, Etc.

Email neysa.jones@jefferson.kyschools.us to submit art and stories

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.