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At right, you see the student-winning digital photograph from our 2010 contest. It was taken by middle school student Nicole Gallant. You can enlarge the picture by clicking on.
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This Little Music Room
I fight for my freedom
I search for my power
In the music I can…
Find my true desire
In this music room,
I sit and I play…
For about three hours each and every day
For I am scarcely scared of failing
And having to go back home
To a place that I cannot yet call my own
So for now I am lost
And I let the music lift me
From the drugs and the violence that try to consume me
So I tickle the keys and hope with my heart
That peace and freedom are not so far apart
This school’s music room is my only escape…
For my soul which the ghetto tries to take
The hours seem like minutes as I pour out my heart
The janitor has summoned me
For it soon will be dark
So I gather my things
And head towards the door
Knowing that one day, I won’t have to endure this anymore
My prayer will be answered
I won’t have to fight soon
All of my hopes and dreams live in this little music room