
#BlackoutPoem #NaPoWriMo

#BlackoutPoem #NaPoWriMo
This was written on April 1, 2016
Ode to Kwame Alexander (aka Lemme ShakeYour Hand, Sir)
Oh, Kwame—
With your wonder words—
Laying lines of rhyme,
Preying on prepositions in their prime:
Outside the cage,
‘Round with rage
With, or without, wage,
Down
the
page.
Within the winsome,
Surrounding the sweetness,
Hanging with the hope.
Throw me a challenge.
Amuse me with your musing.
Confuse me until I see.
Wind me up with wondering.
Word to your words.
Before you read, let it be known that we were inspired in two ways. First of all, we were inspired by the book Paper Things by Jennifer Richard Jacobson. It is an incredible book!
Our second inspiration came from Brian Wilhorn @HelpReaders, who put together a similar visual guide for the book Wonder by R.J. Palacio. We decided to compose our own version for Paper Things, which is another must-read.
Thank you to Michael, Bella, Trey, Emma, Jezlyn, Shae, and Rowan for doing the research and the hard work to put this together.
Chapters 6 through 10
Chapters 11 through 15
Chapters 16 through 20
A Poetic Book Review (Senyru)
Only Nola knows
How alone she feels at home,
Shadowed by illness.
Her younger sister, Song,
Steals most of the spotlight as
She battles cancer.
For escape, a break,
Nola works at a resort
In Rocky Cove, Maine.
When she meets Carly,
Everything seems too perfect—
An instant best friend.
Carly starts clinging—
Flattery, compliment, or
Extreme destruction?
When Song visits them,
Carly creates some danger—
Cliff-hanging danger.
“I like you,” they say.
“You are unique,
Like, nerdy cool.”
“You are crazy oversensitive,
But kind,
And tough, when you need to be.”
You know, they are right—
I am wonderfully complex.
I am meticulously scattered,
Brilliantly ignorant, and
Confidently insecure.
Narcissistically compassionate,
Fearlessly vulnerable,
Depressingly joyful,
Autonomously clingy,
Frugally luxurious,
Privately candid,
Predictably spontaneous,
Rebelliously respectful,
Decisively doubtful,
Enthusiastically indifferent,
Stoically engaged,
Indefatigably surrendering,
Faithfully fickle,
Responsibly childish,
Scientifically Creative,
Judicially Gracious, and
Tactfully emotional.
I am,
Indeed,
All of these things
Except for when I am the
Exact opposite.
There is a wonderful reason that I must wait three more days to read All American Boys: A Novel by Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely. You see, back in July, I met Jason Reynolds at ILA. He gave me an Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) of All American Boys, and I had it at the very top of my Read-Soon-Pile. Shortly after my return from ILA, a former student visited. This particular former student had been a non-reader merely a year ago. Within the last year he discovered his favorite genre (YA-realistic fiction) and read every book that I put into his hands during the school year. Over the summer, he continued to read, and would visit periodically to borrow more books. Summer was coming to an end, and he had just dropped by to return a book that he had longer than he usually kept a book. “Mrs. Hoffman, sorry I had this so long. My dad read it too.” he said to me. My mouth dropped open, touched that this former non-reader had become such the reader that he was bonding with his dad over a book. In my moment of sappy thoughts of changing the world through family literacy, I became weak and placed my signed ARC of All America Boys into his open hand. “Fred*,” I said to him “I am letting you read this before I read it. This is a very important book. Read it, and get it back to me so that I can read it.”
Weeks passed, and the school year started. Fred is now in a different hallway at school, so I don’t see him too often, but when I do see him, I ask “Where’s my book? Are you bringing it back?” I get a nod, a mumble, a response that really isn’t a response, but I don’t get the book. I start to worry. It is a very important book that I need to read.
Two days ago, I was visited by three other boys (all three are friends with Fred, all three are struggling readers). We talked for a few minutes. I listened to their stories about summer break, and how the school year was going so far. When they finally started to head out, one of them mentioned that they were headed to Fred’s house. Right away I jumped in with “Hey, when you see him, would you tell him that I asked about getting my book back. I really want to read it before it comes out. It’s available in bookstores on September 29th, but I want to read it beforehand. Can you ask him?” All three boys exchanged glances, shuffled their feet, and shrugged their shoulders. My heart sank, and I pleaded “C’mon, guys. You know about the book? Did something bad happen to it? Am I not getting it back? Tell me.”
“You can tell her,” one of the boys nodded to another. “Go ahead.”
“You can’t have the book back yet, Mrs. Hoffman. Fred is reading it to us. He is taking it very seriously. He said it is an important book, and we are only about halfway through.”
I am relieved, I am a little choked up, and I am willing to wait until I can get my hands on another copy. I have a feeling I will be buying several copies. It is an important book.

*The student’s name has been changed.
When Reason Breaks by Cindy L. Rodriguez
A book of hope, within despair—
A suicide attempt—
Two girls — high school — the pain and angst
Neither one is exempt.
Their teacher — was a poet too—
A fan of Dickinson—
She knew a student was hurting
She thought she knew which one.
In English class they became friends.
It almost seemed like fate.
Can the girl who needs it, get some help
Before it is too late?