我的大儿子十二岁了。这是一篇他在学校写的诗叫“ＩAm”。这种诗体是在说一个东西，你猜猜是什么？ 
I Am I am great and powerful. I wonder about my ability to move others to the point to take action. I hear things being spoken in a gentle calm like springs gale. I see flowing lines of letters that break in overwhelming emotion. I want to see many of us being used to bring equality to this world. I am great and powerful. I pretend I am a flowing poem and end in a powerful line. I feel good when I am spoken to a crowd thundering in cheers. I touch the hearts of many when the day comes when poems are great. I worry about being sent into silence. I cry when no one speaks out against the injustice of silence. I am great and powerful. I understand the hearts of many and fill their accommodations. I say that the day that we rule will be the day many will rise. I dream that we will be understood by all and many. I try to make the world one that not only do we believe but open the world to many. I hope that we become more than letters on a page and we are open to the ideas of many. I am great and powerful. |
