ashanti robinsonEncourage YourselfEncourage yourself to riseAbove it allMake sure you stand up tallLook at the color <strong>of</strong> your skin,Oh, yes, yes, you are a beautiful black queen.The next time he puts his hands on youStand up tall and look him in the faceAnd say oh no,I was not born with this birthmark on my faceI was not born with one finger.He tried to make me over in his own imageI lost myself, my prideBut I did not lose my mindI know God made meI’m one <strong>of</strong> his childrenAnd still I rise.My father, thank you for making me this beautiful black queenI will not let him put his hands back on me.Finding Encouragement105ashanti robinsonAshanti Robinson, 30 years old and born in Belize, has lived in <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> sinceshe was six. “I have been writing poems since I was eight. I like to write poemsthat reflect everyday living and tell my innermost thoughts and feelings.”Ashanti Robinson studies at the Brooklyn Public Library’s Central LearningCenter. Winsome Pryce-Cortes is the site manager, Susan Knott is the literacyadvisor, and “My tutor Marge Poyatt was most helpful.”
sandra guzmansandra guzman Finding Encouragement106The Sound <strong>of</strong> Musicwhen I was 14 years old, I played flute in a group in Peru. I loved to playflute. But my family was poor, and I didn’t have my own flute. I founda stick as long as the flute and practiced my finger movement with it. I imaginedthat I had one in my hand. When the group had a show, I had to use my friend’sflute. When I was playing, I felt the music; my heart was dancing with each tone.I listened to all the instruments around me as if I talked with my best friends. Myblood ran faster with each note; my body floated with each song. It was a beautifuland heavenly experience. After we finished the show, my reward was what I sawand heard: faces with big smiles; faces with teary eyes; the applause like drumbeats. I felt proud to give people a happy moment. But I needed to have my ownflute! I started to work overtime. Little by little, I saved money, and finally Ibought one. My flute wasn’t a new one, but for me it was my treasure.When I came to <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong>, the flute traveled with me. I dreamed <strong>of</strong>continuing my playing, but here in <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> all I could do was survive. I had toput my flute away. For a long, long time, my flute stayed silently inside the backcorner <strong>of</strong> a drawer.Years passed, and I started to study English with Ms. Wen. She introducedme to her husband, Mr. Baker, a very kind man and an excellent musician, whoinvited me to play with him at our class Thanksgiving party. I felt very emotionaljust thinking about my flute. I went back home planning to practice. When Iopened the drawer. . . Oh God, my flute looked so bad! Its body had lost its shine;its pads looked stiff; and its sound was like a last breath. “Oh!” I said. “How can Iplay with it? How? How?”I told my teacher about my flute. Mr. Baker took me with my flute to amusic store in Manhattan. A guy checked and blew my flute and said, “I can fixyour flute, and the cost will be 300 dollars.” “Three hundred dollars?!” I couldn’tbelieve it. Where could I get that money? My husband was the only one to havea job in my family. Now, like many working families, we were in a bad economic
- Page 2 and 3:
The Gallatin School of Individualiz
- Page 4 and 5:
CONTENTSINTRODUCTIONgallatin alumna
- Page 6 and 7:
amanda rodriguez An Angel Without W
- Page 8 and 9:
khady gueye The Best Job I Have Eve
- Page 10 and 11:
IntroductionNext year, for the 10th
- Page 12 and 13:
Abbey Fenbert was a student-teacher
- Page 14 and 15:
thrilling and incredibly humbling.
- Page 16 and 17:
Introduction15Author
- Page 18 and 19:
LIVING INNEW YORK CITYkee fong liu
- Page 20 and 21:
Josephine LamLifesaverlate one nigh
- Page 22 and 23:
elationship to the black slaves who
- Page 24 and 25:
Colin TriumphDo I Fit the Profile?W
- Page 26 and 27:
Elena TarneaA MemorableWork Experie
- Page 28 and 29:
neela arnoldyGettingLostears ago, I
- Page 30 and 31:
YanMing WuNew York in My Eyesnew Yo
- Page 32 and 33:
New York City was torn apart.Our sp
- Page 34 and 35:
Rose CovingtonRebirthon the first o
- Page 36 and 37:
Living in NYC35Author
- Page 38 and 39:
yacouba yeo The Hunt 38stacy (xiulu
- Page 40 and 41:
odies of animals. The last animal w
- Page 42 and 43:
Ambiorix E. BaretA Passion for the
- Page 44 and 45:
elif yigitMy Great-Grandpawhen I we
- Page 46 and 47:
Geysha Prescott Hassan#50409in Pana
- Page 48 and 49:
Qian (Michelle) YangSecret Pathsigr
- Page 50 and 51:
Vasyl BarabashBorn in Ukrainethe vi
- Page 52 and 53:
Cecilia RichettiI Am an IslanderI a
- Page 54 and 55:
sky and said that to my grandma. Fo
- Page 56 and 57: Amanda RodriguezAn Angel Without Wi
- Page 58 and 59: Khazanah AwadMy Mom WhenShe Was a L
- Page 60 and 61: TELLING TALESTelling Tales59Authorn
- Page 62 and 63: modou sambFalse Teethhis name is Ha
- Page 64 and 65: Olga TseytlinahHeWas a Stone Mane w
- Page 66 and 67: Lina Wu De ChecoThe Ugly Pencilone
- Page 68 and 69: Sybil SCOTTYes, My Pen Can DanceWhe
- Page 70 and 71: would not meet again. But they met.
- Page 72 and 73: Efim KrishtalHaikuCloud in the sky,
- Page 74 and 75: point. “We will find out who did
- Page 76 and 77: Being Together75Author
- Page 78 and 79: with my grandmother because they tr
- Page 80 and 81: Diego lasluisadToSee My Father Agai
- Page 82 and 83: N.S.Thanksgiving Dayas a family, we
- Page 84 and 85: Hanako SakagamiSakurafor the Japane
- Page 86 and 87: Victor DeSantiagoPopsI remember a d
- Page 88 and 89: Is from this summer at the beachMak
- Page 90 and 91: to her, saying she knew I was small
- Page 92 and 93: Finding Encouragement91AuthorFINDIN
- Page 94 and 95: Last Friday, my husband came back h
- Page 96 and 97: ana riosMy First Job,Far Away from
- Page 98 and 99: mario perez“Take the Test in Span
- Page 100 and 101: khady gueyeThe Best Job I Have Ever
- Page 102 and 103: ming xian (cindy) linHelping People
- Page 104 and 105: gabriela florestMyFirst Giftoday’
- Page 108 and 109: situation. I felt sad.Mr. Baker not
- Page 110 and 111: Gaining Perspective109Author
- Page 112 and 113: lined up. Behind me are beautiful d
- Page 114 and 115: caterina gambinotChildrenTodayo be
- Page 116 and 117: Kenneth PauljajouteReflections on t
- Page 118 and 119: obert dolkowskiThe Sniffermy mother
- Page 120 and 121: florence choiceOde to My Shiny Shoe
- Page 122 and 123: Frankie mercadoOccasionallyOccasion
- Page 124 and 125: Who am I? Who is the real me? I hav
- Page 126 and 127: the key to success,the mistakes.Who
- Page 128 and 129: PERSEVERINGlisa ng Journey to Freed
- Page 130 and 131: water. The ring of light over Hong
- Page 132 and 133: my mother. I told him, “Leave me.
- Page 134 and 135: town. Perhaps my mother left the to
- Page 136 and 137: and not harm my pets. I didn’t wa
- Page 138 and 139: and listened to the radio all night
- Page 140 and 141: minimum. Slightly embarrassed. Stil
- Page 142 and 143: cynthia sotoiMiguel,I Want to Thank
- Page 144: he had pulled my wife and son from
- Page 148 and 149: Phipps CommunityDevelopment Corpora
- Page 150 and 151: College of Staten IslandAdult Learn
- Page 152 and 153: NYPL ESOL ProgramsOutreach Services