Each morning for the school year, students in my third grade class would gather on a
carpet at the back of the classroom and we would engage in a community meeting where we
discussed and shared a variety of topics.
On June 18th, the next morning after the Charleston massacre and the day before the
ending of school, my students shared their summer plans. One of the liveliest, most
engaged and extroverted students shared in a very muted and dazed tone that she
was hiding for the summer- playing dead were her words-because now people were
trying to kill girls. She was genuinely
terrorized by the events in Charleston .
I wrote this poem to document, in a small way,
how events such as those that occurred in Charleston
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My poem, Playing Dead for the Summer, is now featured on the For Harriet website. Here is the link:
