7th Grade Blues

The 7th grade poets from West Park Academy were introduced to one of the oldest genres of American music, the Blues. After listening to several blues songs we discussed the content and the purpose of making sad songs. We also discussed the use of chorus in poetry. The students were asked to write their own blues poems with a repeated chorus. Enjoy the 7th grade Blues!

 

Boney Bones Tompkins

Jayda N.

 

I’m just a kid, I’m just a kid

I have to clean my room

I have to wash dishes

I’m just a kid, I’m just a kid

I have to walk to school

I have to take tests

I’m just a kid, I’m just a kid

I have to take out the trash

I too tired

I’m just a kid, I’m just a kid

 

Boney Killer Hopkins

Jessica C.

 

My happiness has left, My happiness has left

Walking my dog

And babysitting

My happiness has left, My happiness has left

Going to school

And doing chores

My happiness has left, My happiness has left

 

Jailhouse Bad Boy Hopkins

Maritza S.

 

I feel like I can fly, I feel like I can fly

I don’t like walking

I don’t like talking

I feel like I can fly, I feel like I can fly

I don’t like to fight

But life is hard and I gotta survive

I feel like I can fly, I feel like I can fly

I’ll give it all to stay alive

It seems I might just fly

I feel like I can fly, I feel like I can fly

Yes, I’m falling but finally

I feel something

I feel like I can fly, I feel like I can fly

 

Fat Hare King

Alexander C.

 

Mi perro esta muerto, mi perro esta muerto

Ir a la escuela

Despertarme temprano

Mi perro esta muerto, mi perro esta muerto

Dormirme temprano

Tengo que barnarme

Mi perro esta muerto, mi perro esta muerto

 

Old Mama Hopkins

Darielys O. C.

 

Pure blue skies, pure blue skies

Full of sorrow and strife

Removing purity from your wonderful light

Pure blue skies, pure blue skies

Your deep colors of Blue

Leaving all hope behind

Pure blue skies, pure blue skies

 

Big Fingers Hopkins

Teyvian C.

 

My dog is dead, my dog is dead

I can’t play with her

I can’t see her

My dog is dead, my dog is dead

I can’t hear her bark

Never again in my life

My dog is dead, my dog is dead

I can’t feed her

I can’t pour her fresh water

My dog is dead, my dog is dead

 

 

 

 

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