dora freestyle

On March 16, 2017
a rap by [journey]

Sittin’ here in Butler Writers
I’m Dora and you’re Swiper
I’m bout to spit a freestyle for you
So watch and see what I’m bout to do
Bout to mix it up like Old Spice
Killin’ each one of my haters
I ain’t got time
I need motivators
Spittin’ for you is J-Money The Thug
Lookin’ nice like yo momma’s new rug
Killin’ da game each and every day
I got a job but I don’t get paid
I’m takin’ yo girl and takin’ you mans
But I don’t even care it was all in the plans
This next line was written by P-Wizzle
So give my girl some credit cuz we about to sizzle
So see you later alligator
It’s time to go
I’m bout to drop the mic
Cuz I lit the flo

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the journey

On March 14, 2017
a poem by [journey]

He left me before I was even born.
Do you even look at me and think about the heart you’ve torn?
Do you think about anything you’ve ever done.
Nah, cause that ain’t you.
What you would do is this—
I’m gonna say it in a way so you can get the gist.
I’m gonna say it in a way so you can understand
how it felt for me not to have a man to hold my hand,
how you up and left, grabbed all your stuff—
it shouldn’t be that easy, man.
I just want you to know you missed a lot,
been crying so much my eyes are bloodshot.
I hit you up. I call you. I text.
I try and I cry and it’s like you don’t care.
But when I saw you, I swear
it couldn’t have been better,
but I want to talk to you,
might as well send you a letter
cause you never respond and that’s just whack.

Wanna make up, then break up,
show fake love, that’s what’s up.
Everything that I’ve been through with you,
you ain’t been there. Just own up.

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bad toni

On March 14, 2017
a story by [za’nia]

His name is Toni and Toni has a mind of his own. He takes candy from babies and trips the elderly. He rips off cashiers and even those young blind kids. I guess you can say he’s rude … well prude, crude and a bit evil. I know he likes when I sing or when I crazily dance, but when I’m horrible he’s horrible. He’s black and is stretchy-tall, and he follows me. Even though he’s a handful, he’s my best friend, or as my mom would say “my shadow.”

 

possibilities

On March 14, 2017
a reflection by [journey]

Sometimes I think … think about my future. Like, will I ever get married? Is anyone going to love me more than I love me … No, I’m not “in my feelings,” I’m just wondering how life will turn out for me. How many failed relationships will I have before that “right one”? I think about if I will ever go to college … I mean I plan on it, but will that really happen? Will something be in my way? I wonder if I will be successful in my career or if I’ll just give up. I try not to think about these things because I have years. (So they say.) But in reality, I only have 4 years and 4 years flies by in the blink of an eye. I think about how I’ll age. Will I wrinkle? Will I have grey hairs? Or will time fly by? Will I even make it to 20?

I think about how my attitude will change or if it will change at all. Will I still be goofy and outgoing or will I give that all up for something? I only think about this because I don’t think I know what I want. I think I want to get married and have 1-2 kids. I want to buy a house and go to college. I want to be everything that I can possible be. I’m still going to wonder and still going to think but for now I’ll let life be life.

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maree dc

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [mareah]

I’m sick of everybody criticizing me.
Y’all don’t know how it is to be Maree DC,
coming from the hood—42nd and Post.
They say Gary worse, but I think Post is the most
guaranteed, I think some people would totally agree.
I was picked on and teased since the age of three.
Everybody said I was mean, so that’s how I handled things.
I grew up in jeopardy an everybody laughed at me.
They even called me names like big ugly slob to-be,
but I got up off my knees and living up to my dreams.
Bout to celebrate my 21st brithday or so to speak.
Listen up please cuz the world revolve around me and only me

This is part 2 of the truth hurts,
but it’s not a 2nd part of me cuz I’ve been through everything
that you possibly could think.
Just sit down and listen to the words I’m bout to speak
up front cuz it’s Maree DC in the building,
and I’m throwing the deuces up to the haters cuz in my mind.
You can get up and just leave,
cuz if you can’t say something nice, then don’t even try to speak
to Maree DC.

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unisloth

On November 25, 2016
a story by [kalese]

I wish I could spend the day with a Unisloth — an animal with a unicorn head and the body of a sloth. I would have a lot of with him. I would name him Chicken Jr. His head has a horn. He pokes people with it. The body would climb everywhere as if it were a monkey. I would go everywhere with him and make him eat lots of food. I would want him to be very chubby so I could cuddle with him. It would probably be hard to take care of him, considering that I want two pit bulls named Gemini and Pisces. They would probably try to kill Chicken Jr. But I would do my best. My household would be kind of weird. My dogs would live with me along with Chicken Jr.

Chicken Jr. would have his own play room though. I would have another house connected to my main house. I would be made of bulletproof glass. My alligators would live there. They would have turkey toys. I would have a job as a dance teacher, a singer or a writer. My cousin would watch everything for free. Her payment would be being able to see and play with my unisloth.  

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two paths

On November 25, 2016
a story by [alexis]

I look down both paths: one — dark and stormy, yelling “wrong!!!”; the other path with sunshine and rainbows whispering “right.” I looked at both paths, studying the pros and cons. The “wrong” path has good qualities once you get past the storm, but the storm doesn’t look so fun. The “right” path looks fun and gorgeous, and I can’t see anything wrong with it. I think my choices a while longer. Then … I decide to go with the “right” path. Everything was going great until I realized that the “wrong” path was disguised as the “right” path.

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what should go into a relationship

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [jada]

Why do people always hold
their feelings in?
So for instance say
if you are in a relationship,
and you’re mad about something,
I believe you should tell your
feelings to your partner.
I mean that’s what they’re
there for right? To share.
You should want to be happy.
You should argue sometimes,
but when you do fix it
at the end, respect should also
be included. Commit to
be loyal. It’s not that
I’m in my feelings or nothing,
but I’m just telling the truth
and I’m the queen, lol.
But for real, be honest:
What do you think should go into a relationship!!!

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the daily basics

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [mitchell]

The daily basics are go to school, don’t get in trouble, and don’t fall in love. Those daily basics are what I try to follow. In the last year I did the exact opposite of all the three and, yeah, maybe I might have to think of some new daily basics. Right now, I don’t see that happening at all. My life is one of those lives where it’s hard for me to talk about in school, and maybe I felt like telling my girlfriend, and yes, they want to get more involved with me. I stay away cause I don’t want to get too into conversation. Not cause I don’t love them, cause i do. I just don’t want them to feel sorry for me. Just because I have someone that does that.

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realism

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [mitchell]

Love is my battleground, and sometimes I don’t win. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make. Love is where I thrive so I shall keep my love to myself because nobody wants to hold and keep it. I thrive there best not only because I’m a poet, but also because I’m real to whomever I date.

But if I change, it’s not you, it’s me, or I never loved you to begin with.

It ain’t good; it ain’t bad.

It ain’t all hood, so don’t get mad.

I’m real, so don’t tell me I’m fake.

I’m a true realist. I’m going to tell you how it is. I just think you falling in love with somebody like me just can’t happen because I can’t love you back. In no way shape or form.

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