Category: 07th

The little student handbooks
administration grasps
so desperately
outlines explicitly
1. No shoulders
2. No bra strap
3. No midriff
4. No thigh
5. No girl

The girl is distracting.
The girl is immodest.
The girl is ungodly.

Where is the rule
stating that little boys mustn’t gawk
at the cheerleader whose uniform
shows thigh and calf?

Where is the rule
that little boys mustn’t harass
our girls like 60-year-old men
in their direct messages?

Where is it?

It floats and floats,
Up, up into the sky
It’s not a plane
Nor a bird
But instead a UFO.
Nothing more
Nothing less
But always does it progress
We never know what to find
What to ask
What to see
So this little thing
Is very questioning
You can spot it in many different ways
In a triangle
Or in a play
We’ve all heard stories
But is it really true?
Should we continue?
Or face certain doom?

You blink slowly,
steadily
at me.
“cat eyes”
my parents call them,
sparkling vibrant
yellow,
catching the
sunlight that spills
through
the window
as your pupils dilate.
Your fur trembles
under my gentle
touch
and your curled up
body
is an ocean,
sending
rolling waves
of brown
and gray
polished silk
from striped
head
to
curving
tail.

Football the hits the sounds the plays
The gridiron is my happy place
Sometimes I go there to get away
From the stresses of a normal day
The games comes and we pull away
And coach says,”way to play”

Little girl holding her mother’s hand,
Together they watch the clouds go past.
Young and free without her life planned,
Yet still within her mother’s grasp.

Little girl smiles and her soul sings.
An atmosphere of love that lingers.
A pure soul of youth she brings.
Yet her innocence slips between their fingers.

Little girl grows as the years go by.
Her spirit cries from the pain of her bleeding heart.
The loss of her mother standing by her side,
But they shared nothing in common which kept them apart.

Little girl isn’t little anymore,
Has learned to cope with being alone.
Still tries to remember the times before.
Her truth forced her to leave home.

White sand between your toes
Waves crash against the shore
The cool salty wind blows
You can’t resist anymore

You take a sip of lemonade
The sweet flavor on your tongue
The tide comes in and you get sprayed
Lemonade is a hero unsung

You feel something dripping down your neck
But really you don’t care
You probably look like a wreck
You have lemonade in your hair

You hear a plop on the sand
And you see a spot that’s wet
A seagull comes and lands
And you watch the sunset.

Society is cruel, it doesn’t care.
Everybody has to look a certain way.
And if you don’t look a certain way,
you are a disgrace to society.

When your thin they say you are anorexic,
when you are plump they say you eat to much,
when you don’t have the perfect body with curves
you need plastic surgery and when you do have the body,
you have had plastic surgery to make it look like that.

We blame society for everything,
but guess what we make up society.
Girls are always insecure about everything, no wonder
we have to fit the standards of society and if not we are ugly.

When people ask why we are insecure,
just now your answer should always because
of the corrupt society.

chocolate and vanilla,
he was eating it for 24/7 everyday
coming home everyday with a Smile on his face
he had 15 new friends everyday
his family had the best house in the town
they had loads and loads of money for days
he was the popular kid at school everyone liked him
nothing could bring his Smile down,
he would laugh for hours with all his friends on video games
he was happier than a dog getting their food
ring! ring!
he woke up

Quiet
Raindrops
Turn fast into
Light, misty drizzles
To loud heavy downpours
Gloomy, mysterious, clouds form
Thunder dances with lightning non-stop
Elevated up in the shadowy, dark, bleak sky
Deafening rain falls like heaven’s gentle tears
Each loud boom of mighty thunder sends even
The bravest of men scurrying back to his mommy
CRACK! The lightning strikes, thunder rumbles
The wind swirls, like a balloon released of air
The rain plays the sidewalks of the city
like a musical instrument, each
drop ringing like bells

Everyone has a different home,
But everyone’s definition of it, is the same,
Home is where you can relax like a lazy cat,
Home is where you can gobble down your whole entire pantry,
Home is where you can be as crazy as a wild animal,
Home is where you feel loved by your loved ones,
Home is where your favorite blanket wraps itself around you, as tight as it can.
Home is where your dog growls at people through the window to protect you,
Finally, home is where you can be yourself and love yourself,
There are so many little thing wouldn’t make your home feel like home,