pizzeria

On November 4, 2017
a story by [mareah]

I’m going to tell you a time when using my imagination got me in trouble. One night when I was four yeears old my mom told me and my sister to clean our room. So me being little, I was procrastinating and playing pizzeria with my hardcover books and the funny thing about it was I was doing it on the top bunk of our bunk beds because there wasn’t a bed on it. So I was dumping from my sisters bed to the dresser drawers and she started laughing and I looked at her and said, “Why you laughing girl, this pizza good?” then I turned around and I looked and saw my mom and I jumped and gasped and fell on the bed and got in trouble.

 

my toe looks like ham

On November 4, 2017
a poem by [mareah]

My name is Punkin.
It rhymes with come in
To my home. We go,
But before you do so
You must like my toe
On Instagram.
Because it looks like ham
And also rhymes with bam.
But before I finish I must say thank you.
Please applaud, or I will spank you.
And it makes you say damn
In the class
That is green as grass.
And Paul feels brass
About himself
When he put the book on the shelf
And squished an elf
With the book,
But the elf had a hook
On his hand
And played with a band
On the very snowy land
By my house.
I saw a girl that had buttons on her blouse.

 

windows

On November 4, 2017
a story by [keenon]

One day around 2-3 years ago, I broke my auntie’s window. So me and my cousins was playing and I jumped on the top bunk so I don’t get tagged and I scooted back and ran into the room’s window.

Have you ever walked into something without looking? Well let me tell you about the day I walked into a bus mirror. So in my 7th grade year I was walking to my bus and someone called my name. I looked at them and looked up and BOOM! I hit my face on the bus mirror. When I looked up everyone was laughing and staring so I tried to laugh and play it off and when I got home I started to cry like a baby.

 

canned goods

On November 4, 2017

a poem by [keenon]

A mother and two kids struggling with money causes the mother to work endless night and day shifts which means the kids are going to school with empty lunch boxes. Their stomachs growl as loud as a bear. They live in a shed behind an abandoned home with no windows and no light, dirt as their floor and a sheet as a door. The only warmth they have on cold nights is each other. As the sun goes down, the only entertainment they have is their imagination. The only food they eat is the food the mother steals from work, such as canned goods. This is the only life they have ever known.

 

my dad

On November 4, 2017
a reflection by [unique]

Psychology is the scientific study of the human mind and its functions affecting behavior in given contexts. I use what I learn to evaluate my dad. Now I can say he was like me when he was sixteen. He was just as broken as I am. He was confused about love and hate, good and bad, misery and happiness. He was literally me at that age until he found my mom.

 

life mistakes

On November 4, 2017
a poem by [unique]

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
When you start to see true colors, people start to fade.
When you put on your smile, but they see the pain.
When you work so hard, but don’t get the grades.
When you give your all, and they’re still ashamed.
Just lift up your head, live through the day.
Remember its rules to life, and we all get to play.
When it gets a little cloudy, remove the shade.
Just do your be your own way.

 

same

On November 4, 2017
a poem by [triniti]

I don’t want my words to be
Confusing like my brain
I don’t want my words to
Appear twisted and tangled
By every inch/letter
Like my mind is and the
Tangles feel like your hair getting
Snatched out
Or the pain is like getting
A whooping because you hurt yourself
Or maybe like a toothache
Like stubbing your toe on the bed
No it hurts as bad as hitting my ankle
On the scooter
And chipping my tooth
Like a brain freeze
Like a stomach ache and like stepping n a lego
So my smiles are painted, faked, forced and each
Year I get better at it
So whenever my mind is tangled
I love and smile and care harder than
I ever have
I try to show others how I feel
I show who I am and what’s real
But through it all try my best
To still love and smile b/c
I hope no one ever has to feel the same

 

fun fact about me

On November 4, 2017
a poem by [triniti]

The words that come to my mind
Isn’t always a rhyme
It hardly ever makes sense
It can only be composed
By me into these sweet lines
That you call a poem
It doesn’t take long for me
Find out and translate what
They mean
Like look:
Me death you eat I live
What do you think it means
That I am dying while you are consuming
So I’ll live
That is the simplistic way of thinking
Those thoughts are scrambled and
They are missing words it means
I would rather die than to eat and live
But watch you starve
You probably could have guessed that but it was simply and honestly
A fun fact about me

 

my birthdays

On November 4, 2017
a list by [iyan]
  1. I’ve had 16 birthdays so far and my 17th coming up.
  2. My 16th birthday I spent my day listening to music and TV
  3. I can only remember as far as my 5th birthday
  4. For my 5th birthday my parents threw a birthday party and had a huge cake.
  5. For my 6th birthday we went to Chuck E Cheese.
  6. On my 7th birthday my pops gave me $50 dollars.
  7. I spent it on music equipment and clothing.
  8. Then when I turned 15 I got $100 and pent it on more music equipment.
  9. When I turned 16 my pops couldn’t afford to get me anything.
  10. My 17th birthday is yet to come and soon we will see.
 

your’s truly, roxane

On March 28, 2017
a letter by [danae]

I’ve realized through the years I try to fit in for the people who get noticed. But half of the noticed people aren’t even cute, and all the unnoticed people look better than them. In the eighth grade, there’s a beautiful, brown-skinned stud that can rap. And there’s a seventh-grade girl and boy that pushes me to do my best. And the eighth-grade boys like to go around cursing and disrespecting teachers. And I know that half of you in this room are insecure, and the other half makes them insecure. But guess what? You’re beautiful, amazing, smart, and talented. And you don’t need nobody to tell you otherwise. From your’s truly, Roxane.

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