My favorite place in New York City is Prospect Park. It is where I have grown up. It’s a place that I’ve gone to my whole life. It is very close to where I live. I made my first friends there. I learned to ride a bike. It is where I fell off my first bike. It’s where my mom […]

The first lines that I’m choosing to comment on are the first stanza of the poem: “Because I could not stop for Death / He kindly stopped for me / The Carriage held but just Ourselves / And Immortality.” She is describing how you cannot control when you die. How death comes when it wants to. Carriages are meant to […]

My first impression of this poem was that it was about death. It makes me feel inquisitive, yet, at the same time, intrigued.  A line that especially evokes the first feeling for me is, “Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me.” The other feeling – Intrigued- arises when I read the line(s), “The Carriage held […]

Oh Prospect Park, how I love the early morning walks with my dog,Letting him loose of his leash so he can run free in your green grassIn the quiet, empty park with no such noise except the birds singing their songsUnder the changing sky as the morning star comes out to shine above us. As I age, soon I won’t […]

I am Chloè, like the french perfume. I am Jamaican and Senegalese. I am an extroverted introvert. Meaning that if I’m in an environment where I don’t know anyone, I won’t talk or socialize, but when I’m in an environment where I know at least one person, I won’t stop talking. I am very ambitious. I love playing piano. I […]

I am from shopping bags,Filled with new clothesLining the floor of my closet.From the orange and redEarthy tones, that fill my living room.I am from Prospect Park,The smell of fresh earth and wanderlustThe sound of children laughing and playing in the distance.From curry chicken Stew peas and rice, ackee and saltfishThe dutch pot klanging everytime the pot is being stirred.I […]

We are a great pair,Like a box of fancy shoes.Two peas in a pod, not three.Comfortable, dark blue denim jeansA 2 for 1 deal,The fries to my McDonald's.The juice in my sippy cup.The oxygen moving in my lungs,2 bodies, 1 mind.The blood coursing through my veins,The spine that keeps me up straight. My bacon, egg and cheese with a bev,The ink […]