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Poor Great-Great-Grandmother

By Calla Hinderks

A creaking windowpane,

Pelted with snow,

Reflecting light onto the dusty, deep brown floor.

The rooms seems to sigh, pained with age,

Abandoned; left waiting,

The cold is kept at bay by a single lamp,


Old Woman

By Greta Pereira

When I look at myself I see

Harlem reflected back at me

A great city with

A great history

When I look at myself, I see the roads I have traveled

To get here, and though they took a while,

In the map of wrinkles in my face


Growing Old

By Hunter Woosley

I used to be young,

Running around Harlem having fun.

But now I grow old,

And the angels are calling.

Time to go home,

Time to go home.


Full Grown

By Anna Wolock

I'm old, I tell them,

Older than you.

I tell them I'm old,

I'm full-grown.



I've seen many days,

Lived many years.

I've been many places,

I'm full-grown.


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