by BRION

Out of a boy, I pulled out a teenager
Out of a teenager, I pulled out a couple
Out of a couple, I pulled out a prom
Out of a prom, I pulled out a son
Out of a son, I got pulled out of college
Out of my failure, I pulled out a marriage
Out of a marriage, I pulled out a daughter
Out of a daughter, I pulled out some food stamps
Out of food stamps, I pulled out stability
Out of stability, I pulled out a son
Out of a son, I pulled out an argument
Out of an argument, I pulled a divorce
Out of a divorce, I pulled a resentful son
Out of a resentful son, I pulled out my connection with my kids
Out of my connections, I pulled a hamstring
Out of my hamstring, I pulled my heart
Out of my heart, I pulled out my death
Out of my death, I pulled out bitterness
Out of my bitterness, I pulled out a ghost
Out of a ghost, I pulled out the end to this poem

by JOSHUA

I have genuine friends that care about me.
I have role models pushing me into the right direction.
I have goals I want to fulfill.
I have places of the world I need to see.
I have people who will miss my presence.

I am a part of a rainbow.
I am following a mat.
I am a bowl yet to be filled.
I am a car.
I am a first pet.

I have too much to lose.
I am going to follow my destiny.

by JOSEPH

Who is now brown but constantly labeled as black.
There’s a manuscript apparently out saying its bad to be black
and starry like the night sky, which is constantly being questioned
as a sea, a pit of lies.
Yesterday was full of drama and it was too much to handle
So I lid down… excuse me… lied down and I was seeing stars.
I get up but it’s different, almost like I have a new,
Save spot. I thought my coach was over there.
The sky is raining giraffes.
I’m trying to outrun my problems but Jodie says I can’t do that.
Wait, I didn’t tell you about Jodie?
Jodie the lil hope sick homie from the 4^th, no, 5^th floor with the lonely little label cozy.
So cozy just, to have and to hold, in sickness and it health as I crouch over the toilet
sick to my stomach, they tried to get me to listen to this song.
It was sick and now I’ll bump it. She got carsick while I bumped it.
Sick and I love it. The coven forced her to drink earlier. Light weight
if you’re sick then shove it. Don’t give into the pressure that…
is what you make it.

by LYNAE

a found poem from Stephanie Meyer’s Eclipse

Ice in my heart
black eyes, pool of hurt
Laughing was the last think I felt like doing
“What did I do wrong?”
a betrayal, a greater dilemma than the first
I miss him
“Don’t worry about it.”
A smell of quiet sadness
A very long night
I missed everything
“For this one night,
could we try to
forget everything besides
just me and you?”
does forgetting makes things better
or worse?
he started to hum my lullaby
I knew it was only a matter of time

by ALTON

You are amazing, not fake like the booty of Lil’ Kim
You are the GOAT, shouldn’t be compared to a bag of M&Ms
Album after album, production level isn’t phony
Eminem is a mutated magic horse, or a one trick pony
From your shoes to your shirt, everyone loves you, Ye
Eminem had to go to the hospital to be born and fathered by a Dr. Dre
You got cash
He got grass
Your music full of blast
Eminem: white trash
Kanye came from Chi Town music, no trapper
He is compared to Jay Z, not drugged mumble rappers
To end this ode, Kanye will always win
His worst album is better than the best bag of M&Ms
Kanye is Yeezus not traitor trash dummy
Eminem is like Donald Trump
That’s why I can’t wait for 2020.
Ye for president.

by ERIC

When you’re put together… it’s beautiful
When I’m sad… you make me happy
When I’m angry… you calm me
When I’m at a low you’re a click away

But aside from making me feel different you can enhance my emotion

• enhance my sadness
• enhance my anger
• enhance my happiness

Rub my back, wipe my tears,
Be my hype man.

Sometimes you’re against me
Sometimes you’re too fast or too slow
Sometimes you’re flawed
But sometimes you help

Dear Music, Thank you

by TYLYN

Been around since back in the day,
And now all my homegirls say heyy!
Every color of the rainbow
So Effin’ real I’m on payroll.
Y’all wishin’ ya had some o’ me,
But ya so outta key that ya just got burnt to the third degree.

Now sometimes I’m so dark
That my flava camin’ at ya like a shark.
‘Casionally I’m so white that
I blend into that bright light that ain’t yo future
Oooh, butcha
Can you get ‘em dressed ‘cause they just got slaughta’d
Like boi.
I’m so holy that I got ‘em like “oh joy!”
Bipola’ bitta
Sweet glitta
So rich and thick
You might feel a bit sick.

Been around since back in the day,
And now all my homegirls say heyy!
Every color in the rainbow,
So effin’ real I’m on payroll.
Wishin’ ya had some o’ me?
Well, see, you lookin’ weak in the knees,
So here’s my last decree.

Now sweetie,
I think it’s time to take a seat,
‘Cause there’s about to be a meltdown
That’ll make ya have a meltdown.
That chip on my shoulder is comin’ down on ya like shoulder
My name is chocolate,
And my profit just knocked you outta orbit.

Been around since back in the day,
Now take a look at my resume.
Been in wrappers ya know,
Now I’m a rapper, oh no!
You ain’t havin’ some o’ me,
So don’t be mad when you don’t get none of that chocolatey.
Like ooh-we.

by VICTORIA

The floor filled with plastic children, fluffed animals, and materialistic things. As I walk in, I can hear the squeak of toys, the TV that’s EXTRA loud, and the constant laughter she makes. As I take a deep breath, it smells like grass, sweaty clothes, and old snacks. While pushing that breath out, I could taste the old snacks mixed with the sweaty clothes. When entering the room, I felt the smothering heat surrounding me, the playful cheer hit my ears, the running pressed against the carpet.

by VERMEESHA

I wanna go back to the times when cinnamon rolls were made every Sunday.
When we fought over icing and argued about milk mugs,
Waves of warm love with sappy romance movies.

All with warm naps and cloudy dreams,
Tummies and taste buds waking us up.
Wanting to go back to the times when cinnamon rolls were made every Sunday.

by TYLYN

Coolest dude in the land,
Don’t seem to know much ‘bout nobody
I’ll tell you what school is in 3 diferent languages,
And relate quadratics to electrochemistry
Both of which I can’t stand,
But that’s it…
Watch my best friend cry about their breakup,
Then tell ‘em to get over it…
They can do better anyways…
Just show up, fabulous,
And awkward. Yet, no skellies in my closet…
I laugh without a reason,
Don’t cry if I don’t wanna,
And I got vocals when I’m alone…
Most basic kid in the class,
I’m pretty booksmart,
But I’d get shot in the streets…
For being nice and “weak.”
Got an accidental strut too… Wait…
Oh yeah…
I forgot to mention that my name…
(I don’t know it.)
But I can tell you I’m a Capricorn,
Should be a model, and write really well…
What do you think?