The Student Art Corner
Poetry Contest Winner
Dear Normality
By Kayla Vinson
Dear normality,
It has been such a long time,
Since the day you left.
You've got to come back,
All your friends greatly miss you,
It's such a sad loss.
Just keep on pushing,
Your state of captivity,
Slowly weakens you.
Our microscopic,
Tyrant shows no mercy, none,
Especially you.
But the holidays,
They are drawing far nearer,
And we're all worried.
We all take time to mourn,
Because there is no such thing,
As togetherness.
But there are good signs,
Artillery soon to come,
That will bring you back.
Dear normality,
When America triumphs,
You will soon be free.
Poetry from Mrs. Noland's Creative Writing Class
Ode to Trouble-Making
By Indigo Bonetti
I don’t remember
what started it all
but I remember the thick smell
of bacon
in the air because
mom was making
BLTs for dinner.
You were sitting
in your bed
neatly tucked under
the blankets
and watching Sesame Street
on the TV.
I had juice
but I dropped it
all over the chair
with a splash.
I saw your cup
on the table next to me
and took it.
I handed you
the empty cup
and left to the
bathroom to hide.
Mom came upstairs
and saw the mess.
You got yelled at
and I stayed hidden,
holding back my laugh
as it tried to escape me.
When I came out you
were standing in the hall
with tears skydiving from your face
and mom in front of you
holding the cup.
I went down to dinner
and waited to eat while
trying to ignore the angry
shouting from mom.
Untitled
by Kerstynne Hess
A toddler, not even double digits,
I ran down the sidewalk of sand,
Holding a bag of wheat bread,
My dad close behind, Pointing at the geese a-shore,
I'd throw the bread like a frisbee,
Although, they'd soar,
The fish always won the race.
The urge to grab a duck,
The swans keeping distance,
The small rings in the air,
Sitting in the sand,
Hair blowing,
My dad yelling my name,
A duck, waddling aside him,
He was a handsome man.
Stealing all my bread,
Not scared of my touch,
This was the first time,
I bonded with a duck,
He was here for my food,
But the fascinating sight
Was really cool,
My dad and I,
By a pool,
Sat and watched as
All the food,
Vanished into the water,
Feeding the fold.
The Story of Rosa Parks
by Elaina Townes
As she enters the bus
All she hears are the whispers.
She knew she was the center of the fuss
But she kept her head high as she took the front seat
Although she knew the consequences
She still had to fight for her rights
Now, she could only pray she would be alright
Even as she was roughly removed
She stood her ground
And refused to give up
Going against an unjust law
All the other blacks could only stare in awe
She remained strong
As she died with her husband
No one forgot about the bus and
She died peacefully as a hero.
The time I wore your sneakers
By Javeon Ware
I've worn your
new sneakers that
Were hidden within
The basement knowing
You didn’t want
Anyone to touch
Them I seek
You utmost Forgiveness
I shall not
do it
Again even though
It was fabulous
