Gwendolyn Brooks

Poetry written by an anonymous 11th grade student at CHS

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In Bronzeville's heart, where stories stirred,

A poet's voice, both bold and blurred,

Gwendolyn Brooks, her pen did weave,

Tales of life, of hope, and grieve.

In Chicago's streets, her verses danced,

Through rhythm's sway, their power enhanced,

From kitchen tables to city's sprawl,

Her words, a beacon, for one and all.

With tender grace, she chronicled pain,

In every verse, a world to gain,

From "We Real Cool" to "The Bean Eaters" old,

Each poem a gem, each tale untold.

Her voice, a hymn, for the overlooked,

In every line, a truth she brooked,

Through ink-stained pages, she carved a way,

For voices silenced, to have their say.

In history's annals, her name's engraved,

A poet laureate, a path she paved,

Gwendolyn Brooks, her legacy gleams,

In verses eternal, in poet's dreams.