Lisa Stott, who teaches at the Wetherbee School in Lawrence and organized a Student Day of Poetry, contributed the following story.
Lately it seems that Lawrence has been in the news only to highlight the state’s designation of the Public School System’s “underperforming status” and announcement of its newly appointed receiver. But on January 10, 2012, over 275 middle school students and teachers at the Emily G. Wetherbee School certainly defied the recent tag name and caught a break from all the talk of what to do to raise the test scores of a 22% English language learner population when they gathered in the school’s auditorium for a day of student poetry. The event was hosted by Associate Dean of Students at Brandeis University and slam poet, Jamele Adams aka Harlym 125.
Students packed the theater in anticipation of the film, Louder Than A Bomb, a documentary that tells the story of four Chicago high school poetry teams as they prepare to compete in the world’s largest youth slam. After the 99 minute
film, students’ eyes were glued to Harlym 125 as he made his way down the aisle while performing his own poetry. He spit words of truth that students could understand – words in which they found identification, hope and most of all, inspiration.
He taught them about public speaking, the importance of holding one’s head up, and projecting voice. When taking questions from the audience, he asked students to stand. He came at them with questions of his own including, “What is 4 times 8? Now multiply that by 10. And who was the sixteenth president?” It was certainly an interdisciplinary lesson and the kids never saw it coming. They just went with it.
The next forty minutes involved students writing on their own. They were given an assignment to reflect on the previous five years and then to add a line for future advice which stated, “Because in the next ten years…” Students scattered around the auditorium, on stage, in corners and into the foyer. They sat on window sills and congregated in small groups, pairs, or chose to write independently. School principal, Colleen Lennon looked around and was thrilled. “Look at that group of 8th grade boys writing. Every single kid is engaged,” she said.
Lou Bernieri of Phillips Academy and the Andover Teachers Breadloaf Network added, “Eighth grade boys writing passionately…that’s worth the price of admission. Excuse me, where were the discipline problems in that room full of cheering youth? I couldn’t find them.” 
The student sharing in the form of open mic was the most powerful part of the day. The respect and love the kids showed each other, the enthusiasm and joy everyone shared and the prodigious amount of writing done in a short time were all unforgettable. All of this came as a result of the four hour literacy event scheduled by veteran teacher, Lisa Stott. What a long way it went in terms of enriching the lives and experiences of all who attended. There was nothing scripted, no talk of standardized tests or how to maximize learning time. It was, in the words of Harlym125, “a writing evolution.” And to think, it was led by students.
Here are poems written by Wetherbee students: Jeremy Duran, Marisah Colon, Chanlennys Perez. Chantal Perez, and Abigail Heredia. These students are in the fifth through eighth grade.
Violet
By Jeremy Duran
I explode like a toxic bomb
Dropping on every one I don’t like
Toxic gases inhaled by my enemies
Dodging bullets as they shoot
Two shots fired
Those two bullets penetrate my enemy’s head
He collapses to his knees
Suffers trying to yell for help
While blood gushes out of his mouth
We are now in a slaughter house
Bombs dropping
Shots fired at me
Penetrating my shoulders
Thirty seconds after
I wake up from this dream
Back to a life
Of safety
Wake up
With eyes opened wide
And my heart racing at 100 miles per hour
Saving Grace
By Marisah Colon
I want you to do me a favor
All I want is for you to listen
I want you to know
That He is here
Here to help you
Here to love you
Here to make things o.k.
And this “He”
I call many names, such as
Jesus,
Lord,
God,
Holy Spirit.
And more
And I know
He is here
He has helped me
Helped me live my life
Get through the divorce of my parents
And when my mom wasn’t talking to me
When I accepted Him in my life
Everything got better
Very slowly,
She started talking to me again
I can now set aside my problems
And help you see Him
Pray to Him
Talk to Him
So that you can see that
He is a life saver
And yes,
He may take away your family
Only to put them in a better place
Dead
By Abigail Heredia
My heart pumps
As tears drip down his face
What’s wrong I wonder?
He would not answer
I wiped away his tears
But he still would not answer
I looked into his eyes
And someone died
I saw right through him
He would not stop crying
I was worried
Someone passed away…
Love is Truthful
By Chanlennys Perez
Love is hard to believe and
To trust in
Love is just a four letter word
That comes back and forth
To your heart
If you think the love inside you
Has gone away
Well it hasn’t
Don’t get me wrong
I know what love is
Just the thing that pops
Into your head
And when people ask you,
Simply say, “I love you.”
My God
By Chantal Perez
When I look up in the sky
I see a bright light
I remember the day that
I was born
The time that He created me
Also, when He helped me through
The bad times and the good times
And the worst of seeing my mom leave
When my mom walked out
Tears ran down my face
He wiped them off
Made me smile
His name is God


















