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  • BIRTHDAY

    by KENYETTA an JENNY

    It was a radioactive night at the hospital. It was 2 in the morning. My cousin was having a baby. We were at the hospital all day. We were tired of waiting. I was sleepy and cold. My mom and her friend wanted to go to the store. So we all get outside and figure that my mom’s friend lost her parking ticket. Then we get to the parking lot and also figure that she lost her car. I was so sick of waiting at this point, I was angry. She then starts asking me mom questions like “Do we have a clue where she parked her car?” I’m like how in a bagel’s hole are we supposed to know? We didn’t show up with her. So after walking around so many times, it was now 2:45. She then decides to ask the police for help. I then felt cooled off like ice cream hit me.

    With arguments ringing in my ears, the officer asks what car we’re looking for. The best answer we could muster was the car from the One Direction commercial. With this, the officer lost his interest in our issue and flew off, figuratively speaking of course.

    Ice cream sounds so good right now, I need something cold in my system. I’m getting heated with all this crap. Then we saw a McDonald’s and it was a saint to me.

  • SLEEP-DEPRIVED

    by KENYETTA and JENNY

    I’m sleep-deprived with drooping eyes,
    Stacking boxes high
    While sweat accumulates
    Within the goggles and gloves
    That strangle my skin.
    A sweet cry interrupts the sick monotony of
    Growling machines surrounding me.
    After waking at 4 in the morning,
    A melody and a bagel is all I need
    To retain my sanity.

    But I had an argument with my bed
    Earlier that morning. I didn’t want to
    Wake up. But it’s all cool.
    I just ate a wonderful bagel. That melody.
    On that melody, oh my One Direction.

    Those boys sound of ice cream, so sweet
    But cold. They say they know what makes me beautiful,
    But they sing to every other girl out there too.
    Still, they are my saints, my flame.

  • INNOCENCE

    by KENYETTA

    She plays and runs in the field…
    Her feet bare kicking in the mud…
    She has no care or worries…
    She’s innocent with her
    Blue yes, blonde hair, short legs,
    And small feet.
    She can do no wrong and her
    Imagination is running wild
    And free, protecting her from
    Evil and wrong.  She so naïve
    And she barely understands
    What goes on around.
    She spins herself around until
    She is dizzy, until she plotz
    To the ground and look up to
    The big blue sky with a smile
    As big as a watermelon wedge as
    She lays in the rich beautiful
    Grass.

  • ECONOMY

    by KENYETTA

    Piled up bills on the table the fridge is empty not much Furniture cause the spots where it used to be are just Dust bunnies.  He just sits alone Crying in his 32 year old body Remembering the good times He had with his ex-wife and three children – two girls and one Son.  But then he starts to remember the pain she left behind when she went back to New York City to live with her sister.  He takes a sip of his coffee with his cigarette in the other hand wishing if only he could just been able to support his Family like he used.  But he has no Job and with no job he can’t maintain to keep nice things.  He Goes to bed he lays there in shame Oh how he wish he had his life Back instead of struggling to find A nice paying job.  Then, by his side his family would still be.