As I write my C’s
As I write my A’s
As I write my creativity for the day,
I let my mind go
I don’t make a fuss
I’ve discovered I love writing so much.
For when I write,
I’m free to explore!
And I’ll write
Until my hand can write no more!
your vision, your voice
2020-21 Submissions
As I write my C’s
As I write my A’s
As I write my creativity for the day,
I let my mind go
I don’t make a fuss
I’ve discovered I love writing so much.
For when I write,
I’m free to explore!
And I’ll write
Until my hand can write no more!
One wave
“Are women maybe human beings?”
The right to vote
Susan B. Anthony and Ida B. Wells
Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Seneca Falls
1920, 19th amendment
Two waves
The Feminine Mystique
Equal Pay Act
Jane Roe won her case in 1973
Credit cards and mortgages
The problem that has no name
Three waves
27 women in Congress
Riot Grrrl Manifesto
Punk rockers fighting against sexual harassment
Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Breeders
Bragging, screaming
They want revolution
So do I
Four waves
#MeToo
Intersectionality
Equity? Equality? Both
Gen Z knows what’s up
I dress how I want
10 Ways to Make Sure You’re Safe in an Über
Emma Watson, The Squad
Speak up, speak out
Out of the darkness, I rise.
I am hope.
Out of the evil, I rise.
I am hope.
Singing my song, sweet as nectar to the ear, I fly to you
on silent wings with streaks of white and gold.
I glimmer like the northern lights on a cloudless night.
I touch your heart and give you peace.
For even in times of despair, I am hope.
Summer is like falling from the Sky,
it iS fun while it laStS,
But it endS too Soon.
The Summer rain and the hot Sun,
make me happy,
I love the Sound of rain,
and the warmth of the Sun.
Summer iS a roller coaSter,
upS and downS,
family firSt but School comeS too Soon.
I had a box of my own
It was blue and purple
Mismatched
a map on the wall
I played board games inside its walls
I read Jane austin on the floor
I painted
I got taller
I grew up
didn’t have an excuse
for staying in my room
work for beauty
Work for approval
Growing up is hard
Leaving your box is hard
I paint flower fields
Purples and yellows
Fields of rolling green
But those are paintings
You can burn paintings
You can burn novels
The words forever no more
Your childhood can’t burn
Your brain cannot forget
But my box burns along with everything inside
A match lights and my palace falls
My sanctuary
My room
Paintings can char
My flower fields wilt
the ash builds up in my lungs
Perfect is not enough
Never
Forever
Always
Pick your poison
to ignore the inevitable
Growing up
Cracked clay on the warm concrete
Sweat drips from the hammer
The clay moves to a bucket
The bucket holds water and clay
Slowly it becomes just clay
Walk on stones back to your house
Your clay swung around your arm
Roll it into a cylinder
Make the legs
Then the body, the ears
Mouth
Eyes
Score his body and put him together
Bring him to the fire
Wait.
.
.
.
Now he’s done
Only grazing at your desk
He lives in your room
Watching you grow
Everchanging
a piece of pottery
He’s always there
Right up until he’s knocked off
Ears break
Tails snap
Tears fall
And our cow goes back to the warm concrete
To be broken again
Softball, the only
Place its okay to steal
When life throws
You a curveball swing
There’s nothing soft
About it.It just leaves
A bigger bruise
4 bases, 3 strikes,
2 teams,1 winner
Play hard
Ruby Bridges, the brave girl,
Was the only little Black pearl.
She was in an all White’s school.
Without any Blacks. Not cool.
People would go near the school and say,
“No Blacks! Do it my way!”
Ruby would stand in front of them and say
A prayer for them each day.
Standing next to marshalls with guns,
It looked like they weighed tons.
Ruby never seemed scared
So people let Blacks and Whites be in pairs.
Soon Blacks and Whites were in the same school
And Ruby was the one who was cool.
Ruby Bridges, the brave girl,
Has practically changed the world!
Light is smart
Light is bright
When we think big, light is not just alright
It’s fast
It’s strong
And makes us feel inner light and peace inside
Makes us think, ïf we truly are bright inside, then don’t we need light to show it in the best of us
If we’re special, then arent we bright too?
If the universe is full of bright people then shouldn’t they and others want to help people to show the brightness in them?
Because in this universe were all bright and the brightness in all of us is faster than light.
Grass,
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, Grass,
You are beautiful in the morning,
Covered with glistening dew.
It doesn’t seem so hard to be a blade of grass.
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
You grow with great speed,
Trying to kiss the warm sun.
I would love to be a blade of grass.
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
I hear someone running near,
STOMP STOMP STOMP.
I don’t want to be a blade of grass
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
Please grow again tomorrow.