THE RIDDLE
On March 24, 2015
by KYLA
I could be green, yellow, or red, or brown.
I could have fur, scales, blubber.
I am a peaceful creature; kind and tamed.
If you tick me off, I’ll go insane.
I am a loving treasure, rare or not,
I might hide in a cave or under a rock.
I am an insect or mammal, reptile or fish.
I am often captured, tamed, or served on a dish.
I am an air breather or water inhaler,
I am a beast, pet, or bird.
I could eat vegetables or meat or all.
I could migrate at the end of fall.
I am ancient or young.
I am weak or strong.
I have had my home destroyed.
I have become a human pet.
I am wild or tamed.
I am intelligent or lame.
I see everything or nothing at all.
What am I?
Tagged with: kyla
MUSHY MEMORY
On March 24, 2015
by FLOR
I walked into the house. That smell…
I know it. The smell of boiled vegetables
with creamy sour-cream and sauce. That mushy
memory.
~Flashback~
-Happy birthday!
-Thanks!
-Why aren’t you happy?
-I just miss dad.
-Don’t worry he’ll be here … eventually.
-Ok I guess
~5 Minutes later~
-Cake time!
-Can’t we wait a little longer?
-I think you’re gonna like this one said my dad
-yay!
We ran to my dad.
He came back… from New York. He was there for about 2 years.
-Well lets go eat some tamales, said my dad.
We sat down and ate tamales together.
~Back to the Present~
I started walking into the living room.
My eyes were getting watery. My mom asked
-what’s wrong?
-Nothing, I said.
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MEMORY
On March 23, 2015
by DONTASIA
What I Do Remember
I do remember me and my sister on our porch, having a lot of fun, laughing and playing. I do remember when I went to the store with my mom, sister, and grandmother. Then coming back home and seeing my step-grandfather lying dead. I was 8 years old. This is something that I won’t forget from my childhood. I most definitely remember spending a night at the hospital on a school night with my grandmother while she was sick with a liver problem. Then I remember getting a phone call saying my grandmother had passed. This is what I do remember.
What I Want to Remember
I want to remember when I first walked, cried, sung. My first friend. I won’t remember everything, and, to me, it’s not about sharing memories with my friends—it’s about knowing who I am. I want to know how much I’ve grown in 15 years.
Tagged with: dontasia
FRAGMENTS
On March 23, 2015
by ISIAH
Teeth
The first thing people see,
The judgment of a person’s character, attitude, and cleanliness.
Dirty Snow
Is it p*** or the overproduction of mankind?
Perhaps it’s the innocent children playing in the snow.
Windows
Offers light. gives perception through a protective
Crutch, inhibits expression of true face value.
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PERSPECTIVE
On March 23, 2015
by PAULA
Two men,
Too young.
Too early, they went too early.
Candlelight memorial to remind you that
Bullets aren’t prejudiced.
We can all take a lesson from that.
Focused on who someone wants to marry,
How dark their skin is, how big their lips are,
Whether they have on
North Face or K-Mart;
It’s none of our business.
It makes me ashamed to be part of this generation.
Thinking we have to
Call everyone out on their old 23s,
But grandma just couldn’t afford new ones this paycheck.
You know, she’s got them co-pays for her
Chemotherapy medicine.
The news is filled with guilty police and celebrity suicides.
Whitney Houston, Robin Williams, made
Billions
And it wasn’t enough.
You better toughen up.
Step up your game or you’ll get trampled in a stampede.
But, us?
We’re just another brigade of tired seniors
Trudging through.
Write your essay.
Do the cheat sheet for the test.
Check your email, waiting on that acceptance letter
Like you do every morning.
It feels like every time I reach for the stars I burn up in the atmosphere,
See, there’s
Too much pressure.
With three hours of homework, a job, sick parents,
You’re still expected to come to school smiling and on time.
And sometimes I swear it’s all too much,
But that diploma is getting closer by the day, close enough to taste, close enough to frame.
And we’re hanging on.
Cause I gotta make a name for myself in this world,
Past this town full of wanna be’s,
Wish I coulda been’s, and
God damn I never was.
Good ol’ Johhny boy
Had a chance to make it big.
He was blessed, intrinsic talent,
Spit the bars like it was his nature.
He had an affinity for fame but
The cocaine got the best of him, and he picked up that 45 and never looked back.
We’re living in a world where we question the intentions of our law enforcement.
Worried about which Kardashian got a new butt,
Worry about passing English instead.
Worry about the girl who tried to OD because you kept calling her a dyke.
Worry about where you’ll be five years from now
Without a bachelor’s degree,
Because you just couldn’t get your shit together.
Man,
I’m telling y’all,
Keep thinking it’s a game and you’ll come in last.
Y’all striving for the fast lane,
Slow down, baby girl.
It’s not like anyone makes it out of here alive.
Tagged with: paula
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