This poem was written by a young person all the way up in New York.
I believe the sky cries because of what it sees in us.
I believe complexities come to an end.
I believe change is necessary to exist.
I believe struggles don’t last forever.
It’s never too late to reveal yourself to the world.
I believe I can.
9th Grade Bronx High School of Writing & Communication
From the Community Word Project
Today, we'll write an anaphora about community--I can't wait to see what you have to say!