Woonsocket Writers
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- Hailey Smith
- Hailey Smith
RAP SONG BY MALIK HOPKINS AKA YOUNG GEEK
Young Geek – Confidence
It’s always good to have some confidence because it’s very commendable. When I was younger I used to always act up in school, act up at home and I’ve been suffering a lot of consequences. Now I’m trying to grow up from it because I’m trying to learn from my mistakes and I’ll do whatever it takes to not make any mistakes like I did in the past. My future life is coming up soon because my days are going by pretty fast. I might go to college after I graduate next year I don’t know or I might not because I am thinking about me starting my rap career. I love rap it’s my inspiration because this is something that I really want to do and anybody can rap no matter what race, gender, or what sexual orientation you have if this is something that you really want to do then you do it too. I also want to do songs with other artists because I want to have a collaboration and I believe that this will be a sensational feeling for me.
Chorus
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
It’s always good to have some confidence because confidence helps you succeed as long as you’re doing good deeds and I must concede that an exceptional life is what I need. If I become a famous rapper in the future I want to have some sophistication of touring all over the world after finishing my education because this is my anticipation. I also want to give an indication to everybody in the world that you can do anything you want to do as long as you put your mind to it but in order to that you need to show some confidence. If you also want to work with other people then you need to receive correspondence. If anybody wants to collaborate with me or become my producer then I’m cool with that. I don’t care what race or gender you are because I don’t discriminate. Everybody’s different because everybody has different voices and everybody makes different choices so in order for everybody to get along and work together then we need to stop the ignorance and have some coincidence.
Chorus
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
I want to be famous but if I don’t become famous then this is going to make me outrageous. I’m going to keep working myself off no matter what and the haters can say whatever they want because haters are a pain in the butt. I believe that I’m going to become one of the best rappers of all-time because I’m very lyrical and my vocabulary is a miracle. Anybody can become an artist if they want to no matter what color they are and there will always be some ignorant idiots being stereotypical because they are so hypocritical and I find this laughable because this is hysterical. I don’t care what anybody says rap is very inspirational and there’s plenty of good rappers out there and Eminem is my favorite and all-time best rapper ever because he is incredibly sensational.
Chorus
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
Confidence is good and everyone should have some confidence because confidence will help you succeed in life.
Young Geek – Not Everything Is Black and White
This black and white crap is vexatious because I’m sick and tired of it. My parents think everything is black and white and I don’t believe them but it’s whatever, everybody has different opinions so I’m not going to have any altercations with them. Not everything is black and white so there’s no need to fight so we need to stop this nonsense because arguments are not right. We are human beings here so let’s stop being pugnacious and help each other out contemporaneously. I’m sick of us blacks and whites separating ourselves from each other so why don’t we stop this insolence instantaneously. We also need to be copacetic and have some reverence. Stop being ignorant and have some intelligence because this is full of irrelevance.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
I’m sick of seeing and hearing about these atrocious cops beating the crap out of us blacks and I’m also sick of the media hearing rumors about some of us blacks for iniquity when they don’t even receive any confirmation of us doing anything wrong and these sluggish idiots have no dignity. Life is very eccentric because there’s too much pandemonium and nobody cares about that because they are completely egocentric. We need a new generation because there’s too much xenophobia and compulsion going on. This black and white crap needs to stop. This has gone way too far so why don’t we stop being ferocious and treat each other like people because this is who we are.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t we stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
This black and white idiocy is contemptible so we need to stop fighting with each other and be commendable because this is very unacceptable. I can’t stand this black and white fight it’s been going on for years and this is very exasperating. When it comes to some people dating outside their race, certain people always got to fight over them and this is so aggravating. I have no problem with anybody dating outside their race because I find it very fascinating. I’m sick of us blacks and whites being racist to each other because this is an equivocal miscalculation. I love everyone and I don’t want anyone of us fighting with each other anymore and I don’t want us fighting with you Caucasians so let’s have a fair synchronism. That’s it I’m done talking about this crap so end of conversation.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t we stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
This black and white crap is vexatious because I’m sick and tired of it. My parents think everything is black and white and I don’t believe them but it’s whatever, everybody has different opinions so I’m not going to have any altercations with them. Not everything is black and white so there’s no need to fight so we need to stop this nonsense because arguments are not right. We are human beings here so let’s stop being pugnacious and help each other out contemporaneously. I’m sick of us blacks and whites separating ourselves from each other so why don’t we stop this insolence instantaneously. We also need to be copacetic and have some reverence. Stop being ignorant and have some intelligence because this is full of irrelevance.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
I’m sick of seeing and hearing about these atrocious cops beating the crap out of us blacks and I’m also sick of the media hearing rumors about some of us blacks for iniquity when they don’t even receive any confirmation of us doing anything wrong and these sluggish idiots have no dignity. Life is very eccentric because there’s too much pandemonium and nobody cares about that because they are completely egocentric. We need a new generation because there’s too much xenophobia and compulsion going on. This black and white crap needs to stop. This has gone way too far so why don’t we stop being ferocious and treat each other like people because this is who we are.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t we stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
This black and white idiocy is contemptible so we need to stop fighting with each other and be commendable because this is very unacceptable. I can’t stand this black and white fight it’s been going on for years and this is very exasperating. When it comes to some people dating outside their race, certain people always got to fight over them and this is so aggravating. I have no problem with anybody dating outside their race because I find it very fascinating. I’m sick of us blacks and whites being racist to each other because this is an equivocal miscalculation. I love everyone and I don’t want anyone of us fighting with each other anymore and I don’t want us fighting with you Caucasians so let’s have a fair synchronism. That’s it I’m done talking about this crap so end of conversation.
Chorus
Not everything is black and white so why don’t we stop arguing and treat each other right.
This is full of silliness because we are all human beings here living in the same planet so we need to stop this black and white crap because not everything is black and white.
Young Geek – Happy Mother’s Day
I love my mother and without her there would be no other. She is my only one and I am her only son. When we go out again this Sunday I believe that we are going to have a good time as a family and it’s going to be a lot of fun. I have a feeling that you are going to be wearing an elegant dress and that will make me and Dad impressed. I don’t really know what else you like but I hope you like this song and don’t worry this song won’t be too long. I also want to let you know that we will forever be together because this will make our relationship strong. I don’t know what kind of flowers you like but all I know is that you like roses and your beauty also exposes.
Chorus
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
I love you Mom and I believe that this will be an astonishing day for you and this will be an exuberant day for us too. I hope you like this song because this is what I’ve been planning to do. If I wrote you a poem or a letter, you would feel so jubilant but I decided to write you an exquisite song because I am inclined to believe that this will make you feel better but I am anticipating for a beautiful weather so that we can all go out and have a tremendous time together. If Mother’s Day fell on a different month, that would’ve been immoderately incomprehensible but to honest I have to say that May is a paradisiacal month for this holiday especially on Sunday because it would also be weird if it was on Monday.
Chorus
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing day for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing day for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
My mom is going to enjoy this holiday because this day is not going away and Mom I’m not going anywhere I got one more year left in High School so before I leave and start my own life, I got another year or more for me to stay. If you want me to buy you something for Mother’s Day please let me know so I can bring some money with me and pay. I also decided to write you this after I showed you my Sorry Mama son just to you feel blissful. I just thought this would be a good approximation because I believed that this would be beneficial. This day is going to be a very special one and like I said we are going to have a lot of fun. I authenticated this ambrosial song to my mother because I love her and I am her only son.
Chorus
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing day for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
Happy Mother’s Day, this day is going to be a blessing day for you because there’s no other fascinating day like this one.
Young Greek- Don't Judge Me
I hate it when people judge the music I listen to and take an interest in because this makes me feel so infuriated. This is the type of music I prognosticate because this keeps me captivated. I also get exacerbated when I try for explicate to people of what rap is truly about but they are so opinionated. They like to arbitrate it by them assuming that rap is all about drugs, money, sex, girls, violence, guns, and drive-bys. This is not the exemplification of rap and for you inexperienced idiots out there thinking that crap then y’all must be high because all of this bogus stuff is a lie. I’m not the kind of person who drinks alcohol or sell drugs. I also get delirious with my parents when they make a conjecture about me trying to be a gangster or a thug whenever I’m wearing hoodies and this hurts my feelings but it’s whatever and even though I can’t stand them I still show them true love.
Chorus
Don’t judge rap and don’t judge me because you don’t know what kind of person I am.
Don’t judge rap because that is unnecessary especially judging my music and rap is music like other genres so don’t judge rap.
Don’t judge the book by it’s cover. This is a good phrase I heard from my mother. I’m so sick of people judging certain things and it also disgusts me when they judge each other by their skin color. These people are some racist idiots. Same with these cops and the media because they are a bunch of hypocrites. So please don’t take my music the wrong way. If you never heard it then I suggest you should because my music is about me contravening deprecation but if you don’t want to listen to it then that’s okay. I’m not a gangster, thug, drug dealer, or cop killer. I’m just Malik Hopkins A.K.A. Young Geek. So please don’t think I’m a freak because when I talk about negativity I go against it and I feel like a president telling a speech. I would also like to circulate about me writing my music like a journalist and becoming a lyricist is a goal I want to reach.
Chorus
Don’t judge rap and don’t judge me because you don’t know what kind of a person I am.
Don’t judge rap because that is unnecessary especially judging my music and rap is music like other genres so don’t judge rap.
I don’t just listen to rap because I listen to rock and metal too. I also like listening to some beats that are instrumental and rapping to them is what I would be determined to do. To the people out there who don’t listen to rap this is dedicated to you. If you guys don’t listen to my music then this blow your mind because this will prove you that my music is about me wanting positivity in the world. This will also be a commodious satisfaction for the girls because I believe they will have better jobs so there’s no need for any convulsive sobs.
Chorus
Don’t judge rap and don’t judge me because you don’t know what kind of a person I am.
Don’t judge rap because that is unnecessary especially judging my music and rap is music like other genres so don’t judge rap.
Rap is not what you think it is because rap is like poetry. Since my music about me wanting the world to be endearing and pacifistic I feel like a lyrical hero because I’m sending memorandums heroically. So please don’t envisage me as a gangster rapper. I don’t talk about killing people with guns or any of that other crap. I’m like a methodical person verbalizing during a confabulation with somebody when I rap. I’m a story-telling rapper that is going against all this cynical stuff because I’m still feeling vanquished about us humans assassinating and segregating each other and if I become a father in my future life, and this happens to my kids or wife, this is going to make me snap!
Chorus
Don’t judge rap and don’t judge me because you don’t know what kind of a person I am.
Don’t judge rap because that is unnecessary especially judging my music and rap is music like other genres so don’t judge rap.
THOUGHTS BY FRESHMAN YEFANY SANTIAGO
You know what it's called to have a household without a man?
A broken family.
As if a woman wasn't enough to take care of her children.
My mom could work two jobs and still can have just enough to pay the bills but since she gets pay less then man it's her fault.
Who knows there can be a billion reasons as to why my mother doesn't have 'the man' of the house. Maybe it's because of the domestic violence she survived. There are a numerous of reasons that shouldn't have to be explained at all. Feminism is an Allusion for women all around the world. we believe that we are finally heard from the world, but we are most certainly not. Women are not "women" if they don't have a man beside them. Women cannot have too much ambition. I do not understand that How my home is a "broken household". As if my mother putting dinner on the table every night wasn't enough. As if her showing love to her family wasn't enough. My mother has a mental disorder something that has carried down to me but guess what my mom helped as much as she could she fought off every monster and demons but she did not destroyed everything around it such as men would. My mother knows compassion, love, respect,and hardship. Something not all men have , so when you tell me I live in a "broken household" then so be it. My mother's love is something no one in the world could give me. A family shouldn't be about "who's the man in the house." It's about love. My mother shouldn't have to be scared of me walking home alone because what Society calls "man" because to men I am an object I am a servant. Why? My mother has to put up with all of this but she still come home with a smile I long to see and she tells me a new story everyday of a battle that she overcame. Some things that mothers all around the world understand and men don't. Another important thing is forgiveness and compassion. We women know that violence won't be the answer to anything but it seems that the only language men understand. We woman know that if someone hurts us and we hurt them back that makes us no different than the person that originally hurt us. I'm not saying that man are the only problem. What I am saying is give the woman more credit for bearing a beautiful unborn baby, for maybe accepting a baby that is not hers, for being alone every night but be perfectly fine with it. We are strong together and as individuals.
You know what my mother calls household without a man in it?
Home.
A broken family.
As if a woman wasn't enough to take care of her children.
My mom could work two jobs and still can have just enough to pay the bills but since she gets pay less then man it's her fault.
Who knows there can be a billion reasons as to why my mother doesn't have 'the man' of the house. Maybe it's because of the domestic violence she survived. There are a numerous of reasons that shouldn't have to be explained at all. Feminism is an Allusion for women all around the world. we believe that we are finally heard from the world, but we are most certainly not. Women are not "women" if they don't have a man beside them. Women cannot have too much ambition. I do not understand that How my home is a "broken household". As if my mother putting dinner on the table every night wasn't enough. As if her showing love to her family wasn't enough. My mother has a mental disorder something that has carried down to me but guess what my mom helped as much as she could she fought off every monster and demons but she did not destroyed everything around it such as men would. My mother knows compassion, love, respect,and hardship. Something not all men have , so when you tell me I live in a "broken household" then so be it. My mother's love is something no one in the world could give me. A family shouldn't be about "who's the man in the house." It's about love. My mother shouldn't have to be scared of me walking home alone because what Society calls "man" because to men I am an object I am a servant. Why? My mother has to put up with all of this but she still come home with a smile I long to see and she tells me a new story everyday of a battle that she overcame. Some things that mothers all around the world understand and men don't. Another important thing is forgiveness and compassion. We women know that violence won't be the answer to anything but it seems that the only language men understand. We woman know that if someone hurts us and we hurt them back that makes us no different than the person that originally hurt us. I'm not saying that man are the only problem. What I am saying is give the woman more credit for bearing a beautiful unborn baby, for maybe accepting a baby that is not hers, for being alone every night but be perfectly fine with it. We are strong together and as individuals.
You know what my mother calls household without a man in it?
Home.
LEIGHAH BEAUSOLEIL'S POEMS
UNTITLED
Life and time always seem to be in a race. We go through life wanting it to win it so life will be happy, but it seems time always has the advantage. But in those breathtaking moments even time has to stop to inhale it all, and when it does... life couldn't be happier.
Life and time always seem to be in a race, but if you sprint ahead in life you're going to get tired, and before you know it time has already won. Stay with time and live in the moment, and when doing that you'll soon realise you've been winning all along.
Life and time always seem to be in a race, but if you sprint ahead in life you're going to get tired, and before you know it time has already won. Stay with time and live in the moment, and when doing that you'll soon realise you've been winning all along.
UNTITLED
You look upon the labyrinth of life,
Engulfed by a snow globe,
Hope has brought you here,
It's cold but promises warmth,
With your heart on your sleeve-feelings in hand,
You step inside,
All your emotions freeze as brisk wind whips by,
A string of regret wraps itself around you,
Someone grabs your hand,
The hand that held trust,
You tuck away the useless emotions,
Then they cut you,
Grabbing at your wounds you drop trust-it shatters,
Your happiness begins to cry out,
But the cold freezes the tears,
They proceed by pouring salt on you,
Your icy happiness begins to melt,
They continue to laugh at the scars left behind on the heart from the previous events,
The heart you once wore so proudly that you're now ashamed of,
They ask what your problem is,
You shrug silently,
They ask why you don't talk anymore,
as they sow your mouth shut with the very string of regret you have been feeling the moment you entered,
The regret stings as it wraps its way around your lips-leaving you speechless,
There's nothing left,
They finally leave you alone,
after every good feeling is gone,
Standing in the cold you put your hands in your pocket for warmth,
But all you get is the cold emotions that you once tucked away-pain and despair,
You cry...
You cry and cry and cry,
The tears freeze on your face suffocating you in a sheet of icy despair,
You're dying...
Your life and emotions flash before your eyes,
and then in the moment, you remember,
There is still hope,
The hope that fills the shoes that brought you to this miserable place,
You take off your shoes and remove the hope within them,
You fill your self with it,
It melts away the pain,
It cracks the ice of despair that is killing you,
You are breathing again,
You are alive!
Now you will take this refounding hope,
You will use it,
You will create the emotions that we're once destroyed,
You will restore them,
Because a little hope is all you need to survive the murderous despair that is inside...
Engulfed by a snow globe,
Hope has brought you here,
It's cold but promises warmth,
With your heart on your sleeve-feelings in hand,
You step inside,
All your emotions freeze as brisk wind whips by,
A string of regret wraps itself around you,
Someone grabs your hand,
The hand that held trust,
You tuck away the useless emotions,
Then they cut you,
Grabbing at your wounds you drop trust-it shatters,
Your happiness begins to cry out,
But the cold freezes the tears,
They proceed by pouring salt on you,
Your icy happiness begins to melt,
They continue to laugh at the scars left behind on the heart from the previous events,
The heart you once wore so proudly that you're now ashamed of,
They ask what your problem is,
You shrug silently,
They ask why you don't talk anymore,
as they sow your mouth shut with the very string of regret you have been feeling the moment you entered,
The regret stings as it wraps its way around your lips-leaving you speechless,
There's nothing left,
They finally leave you alone,
after every good feeling is gone,
Standing in the cold you put your hands in your pocket for warmth,
But all you get is the cold emotions that you once tucked away-pain and despair,
You cry...
You cry and cry and cry,
The tears freeze on your face suffocating you in a sheet of icy despair,
You're dying...
Your life and emotions flash before your eyes,
and then in the moment, you remember,
There is still hope,
The hope that fills the shoes that brought you to this miserable place,
You take off your shoes and remove the hope within them,
You fill your self with it,
It melts away the pain,
It cracks the ice of despair that is killing you,
You are breathing again,
You are alive!
Now you will take this refounding hope,
You will use it,
You will create the emotions that we're once destroyed,
You will restore them,
Because a little hope is all you need to survive the murderous despair that is inside...
KEEGAN DUBOIS'S POEM
MISS REPRESENTATION
Women seek to become what they cannot see.
Over and over they are slandered because they fail to become what they want to be.
Men criticize.
Even though it is wrong, they do not realize.
Never should a woman have to follow stereotypical roles.
Women are treated as though they have no soul.
Although respect has rarely been given.
No one should be forgiven.
Turn words into wisdom.
Today women must rise above the pressure.
Reality is sad, this is a fact, and it must be changed.
Until it is stopped too many lives will be claimed.
Tomorrow will not be the same.
Hold on to what makes you unique.
And someday this world will be about equal rights.
No woman will be denigrated because of their gender.
Do what you love and let no one judge you for it.
Empowered girls make better rules.
Quitters will never succeed.
Unite together to become something special.
All of us will supersede.
Let go of negativity.
It only makes you weaker.
Try something different and become a seeker of the true you.
Young girls are seeking an identity of their own, you can make the change starting now.
Over and over they are slandered because they fail to become what they want to be.
Men criticize.
Even though it is wrong, they do not realize.
Never should a woman have to follow stereotypical roles.
Women are treated as though they have no soul.
Although respect has rarely been given.
No one should be forgiven.
Turn words into wisdom.
Today women must rise above the pressure.
Reality is sad, this is a fact, and it must be changed.
Until it is stopped too many lives will be claimed.
Tomorrow will not be the same.
Hold on to what makes you unique.
And someday this world will be about equal rights.
No woman will be denigrated because of their gender.
Do what you love and let no one judge you for it.
Empowered girls make better rules.
Quitters will never succeed.
Unite together to become something special.
All of us will supersede.
Let go of negativity.
It only makes you weaker.
Try something different and become a seeker of the true you.
Young girls are seeking an identity of their own, you can make the change starting now.
CIARA'S POEM
UNTITLED
The night is clear
Clear is the night
Such a revalation filled me with fright
The lies had become truth
The truth had become known
And as I stood under the stars had shone
A map so Crystal that it was clear
Now I can pass on to the next life I had so feared
"Thank you."
Clear is the night
Such a revalation filled me with fright
The lies had become truth
The truth had become known
And as I stood under the stars had shone
A map so Crystal that it was clear
Now I can pass on to the next life I had so feared
"Thank you."
A Shadow
A shadow, a vision
From the corner of my eyes
A memory past
Or a future sight?
I do not know
For within an eyes blink
The shadow had vanished
Leaving only empty space
In its place
From the corner of my eyes
A memory past
Or a future sight?
I do not know
For within an eyes blink
The shadow had vanished
Leaving only empty space
In its place
POEMS SUBMITTED BY JUNIOR CIARA SHERIDAN
They'll Try To Tell You
They'll try to tell you a lot of things.
They'll try to tell you what you have to look like.
"You have to make the boys like you".
That's what they'll tell you.
You have to shave those legs, the boys like them smooth.
Don't shave your head though, the boys like a lot of hair there.
One day I asked why.
Why must I shave my legs, but keep my hair long?
They told me because that's what the boys like, and that's the way it is.
The problem is I don't like boys.
They'll tell you that's wrong too.
So for a while, I dealt with the standard.
The long, flowing hair like a kite in the breeze.
I dealt with the shaving my legs, constantly, until they were completely void of hair.
It would always grow back, and I would always be told to shave it.
I still didn't understand why I had to do these things, even though I didn't like boys, I always obeyed though, spineless as a worm.
They'll try to tell you what to wear too.
Make sure to dress pretty.
Show a little skin; but not too much, that'll make you look desperate.
They won't care if you're uncomfortable in that skirt.
The fashion always changed.
You'll find yourself drowning in a sea of ideals of what beauty is, barely able to stay afloat.
Sometimes I didn't even want to try and stay afloat.
I didn't even feel as wonderful as they said doing all these things made me.
But here's what I'll tell try and tell you.
Do what makes you happy.
The only one you should aim to please is yourself.
One day I gave up on listening to the constant reminders of what beauty should be.
I started wearing what I wanted, and I was comfortable in it.
I cut my hair short, and I loved it.
They'll try to tell you I'm wrong, But, I'll try to tell you what I really am; happy.
They'll try to tell you what you have to look like.
"You have to make the boys like you".
That's what they'll tell you.
You have to shave those legs, the boys like them smooth.
Don't shave your head though, the boys like a lot of hair there.
One day I asked why.
Why must I shave my legs, but keep my hair long?
They told me because that's what the boys like, and that's the way it is.
The problem is I don't like boys.
They'll tell you that's wrong too.
So for a while, I dealt with the standard.
The long, flowing hair like a kite in the breeze.
I dealt with the shaving my legs, constantly, until they were completely void of hair.
It would always grow back, and I would always be told to shave it.
I still didn't understand why I had to do these things, even though I didn't like boys, I always obeyed though, spineless as a worm.
They'll try to tell you what to wear too.
Make sure to dress pretty.
Show a little skin; but not too much, that'll make you look desperate.
They won't care if you're uncomfortable in that skirt.
The fashion always changed.
You'll find yourself drowning in a sea of ideals of what beauty is, barely able to stay afloat.
Sometimes I didn't even want to try and stay afloat.
I didn't even feel as wonderful as they said doing all these things made me.
But here's what I'll tell try and tell you.
Do what makes you happy.
The only one you should aim to please is yourself.
One day I gave up on listening to the constant reminders of what beauty should be.
I started wearing what I wanted, and I was comfortable in it.
I cut my hair short, and I loved it.
They'll try to tell you I'm wrong, But, I'll try to tell you what I really am; happy.
By Amber Wolfe
The Last Breath
Day by day, I just think of you.
I still remember the day
like it was yesterday.
The day was July 7, 2013 at 12:06 A.M.
when I heard the sound of a screeching car coming to a halt.
My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would come out of my chest.
The ringing in my ears from the bullet made me go deaf.
The car sped off from where our destination was at.
You were wearing a plain white tee shirt
with our black basketball shorts
and your Nike sandals
with your high knee socks.
I was wearing your football jersey and jeans.
The last thing I see is you fall to the cement
with fresh red blood
spilling from the hole in your chest.
I stood there in shock,
like a statue.
I could not imagine that my own blood was gone before my eyes.
I remember before that bullet took a hard blow to your chest,
we were talking about our future.
You were telling me that I just need to hustle to be successful.
We were talking about how you were going to be the best man at my wedding
in ten years.
You also told me that the best thing I need in life is family.
I still remember our long talk before we left the house to take a walk.
Our relationship was so strong.
We would be up until 4am talking about nothing.
We would also play video games
and I would act like a sore loser
so you would always let me win.
You would buy me food at 2 o'clock in the morning if I was hungry.
You would buy me clothes if I needed new things.
You would cuddle with me when I could not sleep at night.
I remember how soft spoken you were.
The words that came out of your mouth were so powerful,
they could move a whole nation.
You said to me,
"No matter the mistakes you make or are going to make,
I am still going to love you
because you are my little sister."
I cried when you said that to me because I knew the bad boy
had a soft spot in his heart.
We left the house around 11:30 P.M. on a regular July night.
We went to the field where you used to play football for high school.
I was ready to go home and get stuff ready to go to the beach in the morning.
Who knew that on our way home
something would have happened to us?
To us, it was a regular July night.
But to someone else,
it was a day to take a father,
a brother,
a son,
but especially a best friend from this world.
I could have never imagined that the ambulance would rush you far away from me.
I remember your last words to me
before you were taken by the rescue.
You whispered to me,
"I love you."
I prayed so hard to God,
asking him for you to make it through.
But deep down,
I knew that you would not.
It was just a regular July night.
I would have never ever guessed
in years
that, that night was going to be
your
last
breath.
I still remember the day
like it was yesterday.
The day was July 7, 2013 at 12:06 A.M.
when I heard the sound of a screeching car coming to a halt.
My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would come out of my chest.
The ringing in my ears from the bullet made me go deaf.
The car sped off from where our destination was at.
You were wearing a plain white tee shirt
with our black basketball shorts
and your Nike sandals
with your high knee socks.
I was wearing your football jersey and jeans.
The last thing I see is you fall to the cement
with fresh red blood
spilling from the hole in your chest.
I stood there in shock,
like a statue.
I could not imagine that my own blood was gone before my eyes.
I remember before that bullet took a hard blow to your chest,
we were talking about our future.
You were telling me that I just need to hustle to be successful.
We were talking about how you were going to be the best man at my wedding
in ten years.
You also told me that the best thing I need in life is family.
I still remember our long talk before we left the house to take a walk.
Our relationship was so strong.
We would be up until 4am talking about nothing.
We would also play video games
and I would act like a sore loser
so you would always let me win.
You would buy me food at 2 o'clock in the morning if I was hungry.
You would buy me clothes if I needed new things.
You would cuddle with me when I could not sleep at night.
I remember how soft spoken you were.
The words that came out of your mouth were so powerful,
they could move a whole nation.
You said to me,
"No matter the mistakes you make or are going to make,
I am still going to love you
because you are my little sister."
I cried when you said that to me because I knew the bad boy
had a soft spot in his heart.
We left the house around 11:30 P.M. on a regular July night.
We went to the field where you used to play football for high school.
I was ready to go home and get stuff ready to go to the beach in the morning.
Who knew that on our way home
something would have happened to us?
To us, it was a regular July night.
But to someone else,
it was a day to take a father,
a brother,
a son,
but especially a best friend from this world.
I could have never imagined that the ambulance would rush you far away from me.
I remember your last words to me
before you were taken by the rescue.
You whispered to me,
"I love you."
I prayed so hard to God,
asking him for you to make it through.
But deep down,
I knew that you would not.
It was just a regular July night.
I would have never ever guessed
in years
that, that night was going to be
your
last
breath.
By Tatiana Gamboa
A Falling Angel
An angel rides on broken wings
All it wants is to fly
But no matter how hard it tries
It falls
Falling down into the sea
No one there to save it
All it wants is to fly
But no matter how hard it tries
It falls
Falling down into the sea
No one there to save it
By Ciara Sheridon
Love Will Take Me
Love, where will you take me from here?
I am but a child filled with fear After all the tears And lost time No one to save me from the pain And down poured the rain Love, where will you take me now? You took me to emptiness so vast I'd lose myself to the past Back to before you and me Before you were all I'd see Now I'm stuck in memories Love, where will you take me from here? What will my future bring? A long time of suffering? Or maybe my heart will come to light And everything will turn out right I guess I'll wait for time to tell Love, where will you take me now? |
By Ciara Sheridan
My Sun
You’ve stuck by me
You’ve held my hand
You showed me love
So I could stand
I’m glad for you
I’m glad for me
You kept me safe
You set me free
I thank you now
For all you’ve done
You held my hand
You were my sun
You’ve held my hand
You showed me love
So I could stand
I’m glad for you
I’m glad for me
You kept me safe
You set me free
I thank you now
For all you’ve done
You held my hand
You were my sun
By Cookie Monster
Falling
Falling
That is the only sensation I can feel And it’s not like a normal fall, it’s not the type of little jump that you feel when your chair starts to tip or you move in your sleep The feeling of falling is like there’s a black hole beneath me and there’s no cushion at the bottom There is no bottom I’m standing up yet I get the feeling of vertigo as if I’m tumbling through the air with nothing but the wind to keep me sane And yet I’m not alone In this fall I am not alone There is another He is here He is falling as well But we are falling together, or are we falling separately? Am I falling faster, or is he just better protected from the gravity of our situation? Does he realize what lies at the end of the fall? Is there even an end to this wonderful fall? For it isn’t scary, the wind is warm and his voice is always there, a comforting background But still we fall and we fall and we fall, we fall into the hole called love and I’m not sure if I want to get back out or if I ever want to want to stop falling but I’m scared What’s at the bottom of this fall? Will he be there? Or will I be alone? And even worse still if there is no bottom what’s to stop him from spreading those beautiful wings and flying back out, leaving me to fall on my own? But he’s still here And that is my hope I’m falling So very very deeply I am falling And I’m loving every breathless minute of it |
By Cookie Monster
Warm Welcome
I knew I would die the moment I stepped into the room. It seemed so cold, so lifeless, as if the room itself was once a living thing, but the life had been drained by an unknown force. The air was moist and heavy, weighing me down with every second I stood in that horrible place. The carpet, soaked in some form of liquid, squished under my feet, making obnoxious and repulsive sounds that echoed off the walls. Very little light shone through the curtains, and small bits of dust danced in the air, as if they were dancers in a spotlight. But the repulsive feel wasn’t what made me so sure of my imminent demise, it was the figure in the far left corner of the room, peering out the window through a crack in the drapes. He was dressed in robes so dark it seemed as if he wore the very essence of shadows. His face was obscured, but I was sure he had noticed me, for as I stepped into the room, the door slammed behind me. It was his own doing I was sure, but I wasn’t quite sure how.
“Good evening,” the man spoke, his voice raspy and deep. It sent shivers down my spine. He glided across the floor, and I wasn’t sure if his feet even touched the ground; the carpet made no noise as he made his way over to me. The closer he got, the more I could see of him, and the more afraid I was. His eyes, I’m sure, were not his own, as they seemed to pop out of their sockets, both a different color. His teeth varied in color as well, with some as black as his robe, some white as a cloud on a summer day, and others an odd color that lay in between the two. His skin consisted of sewn patches of skin from people of different ethnicities. Some were a deep charcoal color, maybe from someone derived from Africa, some were tan, and some were the palest skin I had ever seen. He licked his lips and I saw what seemed to be a snake’s tongue glide across his cracked and poorly-sewn lips.
Finally, he stood not two feet in front of me. His multicolored hand traced my jaw line, no doubt studying my body and searching for parts in which he wished to change about himself.
As he towered over me, he grinned menacingly. “Welcome.” And I knew no more.
“Good evening,” the man spoke, his voice raspy and deep. It sent shivers down my spine. He glided across the floor, and I wasn’t sure if his feet even touched the ground; the carpet made no noise as he made his way over to me. The closer he got, the more I could see of him, and the more afraid I was. His eyes, I’m sure, were not his own, as they seemed to pop out of their sockets, both a different color. His teeth varied in color as well, with some as black as his robe, some white as a cloud on a summer day, and others an odd color that lay in between the two. His skin consisted of sewn patches of skin from people of different ethnicities. Some were a deep charcoal color, maybe from someone derived from Africa, some were tan, and some were the palest skin I had ever seen. He licked his lips and I saw what seemed to be a snake’s tongue glide across his cracked and poorly-sewn lips.
Finally, he stood not two feet in front of me. His multicolored hand traced my jaw line, no doubt studying my body and searching for parts in which he wished to change about himself.
As he towered over me, he grinned menacingly. “Welcome.” And I knew no more.
By Hailey Smith