Poetry
Stand Strong
Anita C
You don’t matter
And you shouldn’t believe that
You have a say in things
This may be a shock, but
One voice can make a difference
Is a lie
You don’t have a place in this world if you aren’t supremely beautiful
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
Beauty and riches
Is more important than
Living life to its fullest
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
People stood up for what they believed in
But this will not be true in our era
Being beautiful and rich is the only important thing in life
Society tells us
The more popular you are, the more valuable you are
I do not believe that
Everyone should be equally valued
In the future,
A pretty face will let you climb to the top
No longer can it be said that
Knowledge is important
It will be evident that
You don’t have a place in this world
It is foolish to presume that
You are loved
(Now read from the bottom up)
he Shape of My Lines
By Min-Seo J
Drawing
In the rectangle,
There are shaped lines,
Lines that are funny, plain, or nice.
They laugh and cry.
They feel pain.
They feel joy.
Lines
Are like
People.
Everywhere,
Anywhere,
They split.
They are apart.
All swimming around within
Creativity,
Within
The endless world
Of Imagination.
I draw
These imaginary people
The pencil moves
It walks across the rectangle
The lines move like music
They are the wind
I combine the lines
They join.
One alone, just a line.
Gradually as more are added,
It becomes more,
Something meaningful
Like a family,
Or a circle
Of friends
I create these lines.
I meet these lines.
I understand these lines.
Coming to life,
Patched on paper,
Constantly disappearing.
Then
I Walk Alone
By Eliana B
I dread when the teacher says
“I’m letting you pick your partners”
I dread when the teacher says
“You guys can pick your seats”
But worst of all
I dread when the teacher says
“Recess”
Most kids can’t get out the door
fast enough
Going the other direction is like
trying to outrun a pack of cheetahs
in slow motion
So I just wait
in the back room
The pack squeezes through the door until
there’s no one left
but me
One step
two
three
All the way until I’m
out
of the building
But no more free than I was
inside
I walk the path
paved
with cement
set out before me
trying to avoid glances
It works
I look around at all the people
playing and laughing
But it is a ‘guise
They are the predators
strong in packs
But I am not prey
Only
invisible
I do not need a pack
to survive
I walk alone
Always been that way
I step off the
old
cemented path
I walk alone
But I know
who I want to be
and
how I want to get there
And I don’t need a sidewalk
to do it
,
Loneliness is white
It smells like burning plastic
It taste like stale fritos and nothing else to eat
It sounds like the echo of raindrops in a concrete parking garage
It feels like wet socks
It looks like nothing’s wrong
And it lives in everyone’s heart
- Cecilia T.
The Moon and Sun
By Joseph C
The night is old
the day is new
the sunset is the past
the sunrise is the future
we reflect when night falls
and adventure when the day is bright,
the cold is what makes you think
of what you have done
but warmth makes you dream
of limitless possibilities.
Oh Starry Night
Oh starry night, will you ever answer me?
Anxious to get under the covers,
And into the swells of words and crashing of resolutions,
Being swept back out to sea over and over again.
The stars twirl and twist and turn,
In the ink pool above our heads,
We ignore them every night,
Not bothering to learn the names of something so distant.
We call loved ones stars,
I think it’s foolish,
To give someone a name that expects them to burn bright,
Without lassitude or possibility of diminishing.
Pressure builds stars,
It also destroys them,
Oh starry night, will you ever answer me,
Don’t you know how stars die?
Tea
by Curi
Steam in the air.
China Chattering.
People too
Peace in their hustle.
Whether it’s the smell
The food, all on trays
The grace of good company
Sat in one place.
3 to 7 pots,
Depending on your tastes.
Sweet.
Herbal.
Full of Spice.
It meets the plate’s matching cups.
Some take sugar,
Cream.
Really depends on the company you keep.
Watch those who don’t indulge.
Be wary.
I mean, really.
Who doesn’t enjoy good tea?