At the Bronx Museum
by Stayle Almanzar, P.S. I.S. 8th Grader
we walked there, all of us shuffling down the block with warm fingers and big ideas.
the city moved around us but for once, we werent just kids on the sidewalk.
we got to be artists.
inside, the lights hit the walls just right and everything felt bigger, brighter
even us.
we talked there about colors, about how someone made a painting feel like \music.
we werent loud but it meant something, like we saw what others missed
we laughed at the weird stuff and tried things we hadnt before
we mixed paints without asking and drew what we felt, not what we were told
it wasnt just another club; it felt like belonging.
like we made something real and left it in that big echoey room for someone else to feel