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Concours poésie en anglais

Publication : par Mme Lewis Prime

Concours poésie en anglais, classes de Seconde

Les élèves de seconde ont participé à un concours de poésie sur le thème de HARLEM, NEW YORK.

Leurs œuvres ont été affichées au CDI où tout le monde pouvait lire et voter selon différentes catégories. Nous vous présentons les poèmes gagnants ci-dessous :

Le poème le plus touchant : 1ère place : Natacha Hoolbecq 2A
2ième place : Jade Léonard 2B
3ième place : Mélyne Ortega 2B
La présentation la plus esthétique : 1ère place : Louise Migeon 2B
2ième place : Mélyne Ortega 2B
3ième place : Nathan Laura 2E
L’imagerie la plus inventive : 1ère place : Mélyne Ortega 2B
2ième place : Natacha Hoolbecq 2A

Thank you
I started from Scratch,
And to get where I am today
I had to do sacrifices.

I left my home country,
My dear Ethiopia,
To achieve my dream,
Cook for Obama.

You welcomed me with open arms,
Even if I was different,
When the others said “you can’t.”

They only saw me as in immigrant,
While I always thought :
“Marcus, you’ll be a giant.”
They were wrong. I did it.

I started from scratch,
But today,
This is my success story.

Thank you, Harlem.
by Natacha Hoolbecq 2A

The Great Harlem
I was born in Harlem,
I live in Harlem,
I grew up in Harlem.

People are daring to say,
That I’m weaker ;
But I’m just laughing,
Because I know this isn’t true.

Then they say that Harlem is a bad place,
Because they never stepped a foot in it.
They’re only able to judge,
Since they aren’t worth it.

This house of culture,
Created so many memories,
Either good or bad,
But the most important thing is,
I will never love a place more
Than I love Harlem.

Finally, Harlem made me stronger,
And happier than ever.
by Jade Léonard, 2B

Sad Building
I’m a building in Harlem.
I saw the renaissance of this neighborhood.
People said that my inhabitants were a problem,
While others in my apartments spent their childhood.

Americans didn’t see men behind their color,
But African Americans showed that the United States think
They’ve become famous musicians or true inspirations,
And icons of their generation.

But now gentrification touches me,
And I’m sad.
I’m sad because those who lived inside of me
Can’t even afford me anymore.
I’m sad because my extraordinary history
Is disappearing with time.
I’m sad because racism
Is coming back.
So, I’m sad
Because Harlem is becoming a memory
In a simple city.

by Mélyne Ortega 2A

Harlem Changes
I was born in Harlem.
In this neighborhood,
There is much art, dance, music and literature.

But Harlem is changing.
There are new constructions,
And they have destroyed many old constructions.

Harlem is a legacy
There were different cultures
The colored people have influenced this culture
For many years
And all the inhabitants of this neighborhood,
Are Harlem.

Now Harlem
Has new buildings
Which replace the old buidlings
With more supermarkets.
But Harlem always has
Dance, music and art.

I, too, am Harlem.

by Louise Migeon, 2B

Liberty and Dream
Why separate people ?
Like locking them in boxes ?
Everyone is unique
No one can stop them from
Martin Luther King’s dream-
Who could cancel it, asks Bansky,
Reduce them to ignorance ?
Everybody has the right to dream.

by Nathan Laura, 2E