Here are Anna, Jessi and Jervani getting ready to leave for the Boston Pride Parade.
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Teens are welcome to join Boston Public Library staff, The Teen Council of the Central Library, and Mayor Thomas M. Menino to walk in the Pride Parade this Saturday, June 9! The Teen Council will be making t-shirts to wear for the event. Anyone who wishes to join can make their own shirt, too.
The Pride Parade starts at noon on Boylston Street and Clarendon St. and ends at Government Center. Anyone interested in joining should email teen librarian Anna Draves at email@example.com.
On Wednesday, May 16, 2012, the Copley Teen Room had our Teen/Tween Craft Hour. We had lots of fun painting precut wooden masks. Everyone had a different idea of what they wanted on their masks-paint, embellishments, feathers and more. One mask is on display in the glass display case in the Copley Teen Room.
Here are two pictures showing 4 masks that were made:
Our next craft hour will be on Wednesday, June 20, 2012. For information, please contact the Copley Teen Room.
“Revolution” by M.
Only we will
kiss the fire
one heart blazes war
but near the sun
comes absolute light
“Friends” by M.
Friends are something
friends are something
you have to hold on to,
make each day last,
keep your friends
close some might say,
but keep your heart
“The End Of The World As We Know It” by Mary Devine, Teen Librarian
the Earth reclaims with Nature
Green lucious trees and plants
Vines winding floor to floor
Animals reclaim their kingdom
Cars and metal become rust
Piles of Dust
All we are is dust in the wind,
“I Dance” by Brianna
dance to the rhythm you left me in
the rhythm that you used when my mom
has your pleasurable shelter.
The type of rhythm that the savages
used when their freedom was about to
I dance to that rhythm. That rhythm
I see you when I dance
I see the eyes that capture me when
I was born.
The two hands that held me in your
the hands that went through dirt and
pulled out the struggles of what you
But I can’t feel you when I stop
So I take each step so I can see you
as my father.
I take each step to feel you
but every time I lose my way
try to find music to help me breathe
Sometimes I don’t know who you are
cause when I stop dancing
the building around me shut down
the people turn around and face each other
and the love for each other on the
inside fades away
the bruises on my mom’s arm
And the happiness you once felt turns to be anger
I wonder why you are like this
cause God stopped playing the music
I wonder why you are not listening
cause the grooviness of your step lost
I wonder why you don’t see me anymore
cause the music in our lives stop showing
a happy image.
I can’t take it when everything stops
cause I stomp my feet to hear singing
and I stomp my feet to the beat to breathe
I stomp my feet to end the fighting
that’s going on
I tap my feet to bring back your
heart from hell.
I try to bee the reason of the
had autotune violent music in our
But I breathe in the soulness of
the 60’s, 80’s, and 90’s.
To get a trace of what a family
of music should be like.
So I dance, dance to the stress of the beat
I dance, dance to the anger it its
I swing my hair in the air of
and shake myself up and down
to get the happiness flowing
I sweat cause I need to survive
so I can get a happy home in this
house we call saintairs home.
I dance cause it’s the only freedom
I call my mother.