Aura Pineda -Persona Poem

Darkness fallows me everywhere I go

Gloominess, violence and all terrifying things that you can ever imagine fallows me everywhere I go.

I’m terrifying to other people

I feel so low when everyone comments about me

And how I look.

Everywhere I go theirs always a negative comment about me.

It’s hard living in this type of world where all I can think is dead.

Negative comments affect me every single day.

I try to look a way to hide and live without rude comments but I just cant.

I look my self in the mirror also I see is a horrible face.

Why?

That’s why I am the person I am know!

I’m cold-hearted looking for someone I can ruin their lives

Like people ruined my every single day.

I’m violent I see this all the time in the streets

I get to learn something ever day.

How I defend my self from other people who wants to harm me in any way.

I see my self all I see is sadness.

I’m not happy the way I am

Is it me or is it them?

Judging by looks shouldn’t matter I don’t judge people by their looks

I’m so deep depressing everybody thinks I’m a bad guy who wants to harm people from what my face looks likes.

Looks shouldn’t matter I say to my self .

Santana Taylor, Persona Poem

Throughout the day, I am to myself.

I stay quiet, for I not know what they might say.

I am scared for what they think of me and I tend to be rude

I am a lost boy throughout this world,

not having any direction.

Where will I go?

What will I become?

I am more than lost in the statistics of society

What they say may be true,

I am trouble.

What can I say?

For this is true.

Jairo: Maliya Story

One day in a cold,night Maliya didn't wanted to go to bed.So she went downstairs and she felt like dancing Maliya mom was asleep and she didn't wanted to make her up. There was a little problem thought she needed her music to dance so she turned on the radio and she put rhe volume to 5 so thar her mother would hear it and wont be loud


after-
Maliyah always think about her future. She loves dancing. She doesn't care about what others think. She was angry about her father left.She danced, but it was hard.She began making a lot of money.Her dad showed up in her life she wants nothing to do with him

Lexus Madden Significant Event

When it happened, I lost myself. I became another person. Not even my mom could pick me up and put me back in my place. I had never had such a tragedy in my life. It came out of nowhere. I was depressed. I cared about no one, not even my mom. She was the worst. She would cry, then I would cry. I hated my family because they asked questions. I just wanted t o be left alone. But even when I was alone, I was left with my sorrowful thoughts, I was left alone coping with the loss of my father. I needed an escape.

I started drinking, heavily. I had some friends who always threw parties. I lied to my mom and told her I was going to birthday parties. When I first started going to the parties I was nervous, I had never drank before. I got lured into it. I’m not blaming peer pressure, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to fill my body with something to make me feel empty. The first party was 10-12 people. It was harmless. We played drinking games, and I got what I wanted. Looking back now, I remember staring at a wall trying to figure out what was going on. I was happy. Still to this day, my friends would say that I was the life of those parties. I was happiest when I wasn’t feeling. Things were going good. I even ended my relationship so I could go out and party. All night long I was happy. I was having fun by not feeling anything.

But one night something changed. The party was live; there were tons of people, tons of alcohol. Sure, there were adults, but the adults were just there to get drunk as well. This was the first night that I ever took shots. And I was feeling feisty, so I took 6. Less than an hour later I was sitting on the couch spacing in and out. The night was a blur. That night I was almost raped; no one would’ve stopped him if it weren’t for me gaining some sort of consciousness. After that night, I started to reconsider drinking.

A few weeks later, I met someone. His name was Flo. He was different, I liked him. But I knew it would never happen. I was wrong and we started talking. I put my faith in him and told him everything that I was going through. He lifted my spirits and things were better for once. But I wasn’t 100% better. I wanted to drink again. But he gave me an ultimatum. Him or alcohol. The choice was easy. He made me happy so I didn’t have to fill myself with things to make me blind to the cruel world. Once I stopped drinking, I was still a mess of emotions. I felt like no one understood me. But eventually, I got my act together. I wanted to make my mom proud. I had to show her that I wasn’t the crazy girl who screamed every time someone said his name. I had to show her that I could be an example for my sister.

I pushed myself. I pushed myself to the very edge of life. I started making good grades, I got a job to help with my struggling family, I started doing community service to show myself that it can in fact be worse. When I was almost ready to give up again, I got a letter. It was a letter from the school. I thought it was maybe for truancy because I barely went to school. But it was a letter talking about me being a possible candidate for National Honor Society. At first I didn’t make a big deal out of it. I didn’t think it was as great as everyone said. My family made a big deal out of it. So to prove to my mom that I was maturing, I went for it .

I did my hours, I did my clubs, I kept my grades up. But on the voting day, I was told that I might not make it because a teacher felt that I didn’t deserve it. I cried hard. I had disappointed my mom. The letter was delivered to my advisory on a Friday. I didn’t want to open the letter because I was scared of what it might say. I opened the letter and I had gotten in. I called my mom and we cried on the phone together. In only 3 short years my mom has became my best friend. She is the only person on my team.

At only 14 years old my world turned upside down. I had to fight all of the negative thoughts in my head and overcome the devil. He was dragging me down to live my life with him in hell forever, but on the other side holding my hand was my angel, the man whose legacy I will live through me. My father.

Lexus Madden - Persona poem

A boy who thinks he is a man

Being forced to grow up alone in this world

His cries are silent

No mother

No love

No father

No guidance

Just him

One man in this world to fend for his own

He call out to anyone but the silence only meant that he was alone

Broken and burdened

He turned away from the sky

Believing in God not

It gave him no reasons to try

At that very moment he knew he was alone

But at that very moment his ignorance had grown

Kaleigh jordan Significant event

Lust, can be the only word to actually describe who i was. Although the saying goes no one or nothing can define you but God,i did not have the privilege to shake hands with the Holy spirit and acknowledge that i was a daughter of the most high. Instead I brought discouraged myself, through the feeling of a man to comfort me in ways i wasnt ready for. Like a scared child trying to find their way through the dark, so i was trying to find my way to something more than a wasteful relationship. What was the point? So confused in who I was I cried, daily, but never for anyone elses eyes, just the knowledge that I was broken and had given away so freely my kiss, held so precious in the eyes of the savior. What did i know? I was only a kid, yet I was so encouraged to take on the adult hood and be with a man… but I couldnt. I could feel the hot breath of a man with lust in his eyes, and I stood back. So disgusted with my actions I looked into his eyes to see the very meaning of what it was that I wanted and I saw nothing. No love, no remorse, no guilt or shame just... nothing. As I pushed him away I drove away silently... afraid to face the God who had saved me from my sins, and was trying to show me the better way. Instead of following his grace I kept up the steady pace

of sin. I began to cry because I was so ashamed of who I was. I had been fairly new to the concept of living a holy life set apart for God's use... but I knew in my spirit it was wrong. So deeply furious I pulled over and screamed, and pounded on my steering wheel I was so hot in the face with anger. I felt as though i had been living in a blinded lie that everyone else could see but me. like the moments you walk through a hall with strangers and think they all are staring at you, with embarrassment I cried out. “Everyone knows my secret shame now!”

at this point I heard, with my own ears my fathers love pour into me. Sitting in my empty car with just me and the creator we began to talk, fellowship, him telling me of his love and that when i first got saved long ago.I should've broke down and took the hand he offered me.

instead I allowed myself to go on with my life until I knew all I needed was him.

so I took his hand, and with a new hunger and a fire set in my heart I started my journey, erasing guys one by one until Jesus was the only one. With my heart set on him I continued to be dedicated, having a family in christ raise me up. year after year I see all the filth he stripped away from me. Like the outer layer of flesh of a diseased woman, I became clean. All that I held on to he took away. Showing me the better way, he forgave and forgot and taught, me to do the same.

as I finally started dealing with the things from the very beginning, I started to see how far I had walked with him in my Journey and began to wonder why I ever made the unconscious decision to become a victim of lust. So ravished in the beauty of who God was he began to lift me up. He showed me i was no longer a no faced characterless girl, I was a fearfully and wonderfully made Woman of God! With this confidence he finally bestowed on my heart, he opened my eyes to his kingdom, showing me my purpose here on earth,

the ministry to take over, The song that is always on my heart, made to worship him and teach others to worship, what the meaning of my voice is and friendship used build.

Finally, he opened my eyes to a man i didn't know existed. Physically or Spiritually, I began to wonder how God kept track of all my prayers, of a man I secretly desired for. A Man after his own heart, one who cherished God even more than I do, and with this new knowledge instead of taking old actions, I place this gift in my Creators hands and let him guide me into righteousness. And with this, I know who I am in him.

Santana Taylor, Significant Event

When I was growing up, my mother and my father always seemed to be there for me through thick and thin. No matter the circumstances and no matter the cost, I was the baby and I was always more than taken care of. Loved I was. Little did I know, that my parents were going through their own trials and tribulations of a lifetime. When I was 6 years old, my parents  got a divorce. I was confused and sad because I felt like everything was perfect. I didn’t see the need of their departure from each other. My heart, love and soul was ripped from my chest. Nothing would ever be the same. I no longer had the perfect life and I wasn't catered too any longer.

I felt like their separation from each other was always my fault. That thought stayed in the back of my mind for a long time. Was I the cost of their divorce? I mean, what other reason would they leave each other? Regardless of what I thought, they were no longer together and no longer had the respect and love to be with each other. So that left me with the choosing of which party I was to stay with for the rest of my premature years. Of course I picked my mother. She was nurturing and loving like mothers are supposed to be. I felt cared for and loved by her.

I grew up with my mother for the remainder of my years to date. I rarely see my father. He is the type to come and go as he pleases and shows up on his own time; basically whenever it is convenient for him. I do miss him dearly and the mother and daughter bond we shared but what exactly can I do to reach out to him more? My parents not being together has affected me tremendously. I seem to be missing a part of myself, that I know I could have if my father was around. My decisions and life choices are affected my parents choice. I stay to myself and try not to get into certain relationships. From their choices, it has affected me as a person and the future choices I will make later on in my life. My eyes are now more open to life now and I make decisions based on those actions that my parents made.

Estrella Gonzalez- Persona Poem

A man who has no life,

No care in the world,

No love standing by his side,

One that feels so alone like he’s the only one in the world,

A man who wants things given to him without working hard

Who smiles everyday but inside of him is a broken heart

A dead heart that is held deep in the ocean so lonely with no one near

A man whose mind is full of fear

A head filled with doubt, always brought down to tears

A man that is not brave

Always feeling like he is in a cold, wet cave

A man with no love,

A man that is bitter,

A man with no courage,

A man.

Jacob Bennett - Opposite Persona Poem

Quietness is a bliss

and the ignorance won’t be missed

unbeknownst to her a world full of wonder

but her life is covered

forever under

“what is society?” some may ask

but she can barely hear as she drinks from a flask

their words shine and glisten

sadly she watches but rarely listens

the world fully in reach

crushed confidence not built to teach

depressingly her home life is just as bland

No one to hold her trembling hand

“her beliefs?”

she’d laugh

for her belief

is that her belief will always go last

as they slowly approach

coming to coax

the sadness from this lion den

but her voice trembles and quakes

as her body tremors and shakes

just to the thought of talking to someone else

confiding in them what she keeps to herself

The Boy--(Ms. Gray)

There’s a darkness in his eyes

Not the kind that can be seen from far away, but the kind that flickers

Only to be mistaken for a signal

A “come hither” to the women he encounters

A baby BOY

Bibbed by his mother

Expecting too much from another

And never fully meeting the mediocre standards of manhood

This boy has no HOOD

His stature is strong, shoulders bold and jaw cut from onyx

However

The last thing he can do is be

Honest

And

Pure

And

Holy

And

Loved

He will never see the innocence that she threads into his soul

Never knowing where her love will go

He’ll use her like a cloth to cover his mistakes

He’ll cut her with his anger and demand that she stay

He is no stranger to her

He is a familiar touch

He is the silence when she demands noise

He is her

If she were

A BOY

Significant Event- Eda Medina

I never dreamed about success till I got my first job. Yeah my job is not one of the best ones but it is better than working at a fast food place getting yelled at and disrespect from people I don't know. I feel comfortable where I'm at right now. I feel that my job is my second home and family. A job isn't just a job, It’s who you are. I’ve learned that life isn't easy, Its hard specially for a 17 year old girl who is trying her best to graduate because she rather work than go to school. But one thing I tell myself every morning is “ you’re a senior and you are almost graduating just 3 more months, and it will be over soon”.  Having to run in a schedule get tiring. Have to wake up for school at  6a.m.-2.20p.m then go home a nap from 3:00-5:00, then wake up get ready for work and by there by 6 or 6:30, later get out of work 3:30 in the morning, get home as fast as possible, be at home by 4 a.m. get ready for bed by 4:30/4:50 have to be in bed by 5 no matter what, then take a nap for an hour. Doing this routine for a year has physically ruin me. I actually cried because I can’t anymore. I felt like giving up, not  just in school and work but in life because I felt I haven't got anywhere in life for the past year I’ve being doing this. Since I haven't gave up this lead me to have great things in the past year, also brought my family way closer than is use to be. This change me to believe that I’m not a failure to society. That I should expect more of me and that I have more to offer. The amount of effort I have done lead me to move up a ladder in life.

Significant Event, Cooper Flowers

Significant Event

           I was 13 years old when my mother had her first heart attack. It was a cold and gloomy September day when I got home from school to see a note on the front door of my house that read; “ Coop, went to the hospital, had bad chest pains, dad will be home soon”. I didn’t really know how to feel. My mom is a fighter and I knew that, but, I had already watched her beat cancer twice. I couldn’t just sit down and let my thoughts drown me. I couldn’t drive at the time so I called my aunt to come pick me; she was already at the hospital.

           I was asked to wait in the lobby, by myself. Of course, I was 13 at the time, but I was as dumb at that age as I am now. I demanded to see my mother because I was her son and I had the right to see her one way or the other. Finally, I get called back to her room, and I can’t even look at mother. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She was pale in the face, with wires and two IV’s hooked on her. She truly looked helpless. For the first time in my life, my mom wasn’t back on her feet as if nothing had happened.

           At this point, I’ve used three boxes of tissues trying to get myself cleaned up. I knew I need to be strong for my family. I was the only male from the family there at this point. I did what I thought my father would, which was to be strong and help calm the others as best as possible. It was a role I did under my own power, knowing that would be what both my parents would want. All said and done, my mother had 12 family members by her side. And me, well I stayed all night by her side. I couldn’t sleep knowing that she wasn’t alright.

           I tossed and turned all night once I tried to fall asleep. My mother was worried about me sleeping so I figured I would try to get some rest just for her. She should’ve been worried about herself, but being the woman that she is, put others first before herself. There I was at 13, trying to mature a little too fast because I thought my mother needed another man in the house ( she already had two) so I was doing my best. The doctors kept her for 3 nights just to make sure everything was okay. Being 41 years old and having a heart attack isn’t the highlight of someone’s life. The heart attack was the effect of my mother being a restaurant general manager and mother of three children with a grandchild living in the house.

           My mother ( just like me) doesn’t know when it’s time to take a day off to let her body rest. She says I’m cursed, I say I was brought up the right way.  I never knew how much my mother actually meant to me until I almost lost her. To this day, whether I leave for work, school or just to go out, I hug her and tell her I love her. She is the most important women in my life and I would be lost without her. Often, I forget about this moment and can put her through some hard times, but she always as her arms wide open worrying about me, when in reality, I should be the one taking care of her because she’s done it for me for 17 years. Those four days, have made rethink life as a whole.

aiko medina significant event

      Looking at my new born baby brother my hand around him wanting to cry but just one tear fell. I feel sad because i told myself this baby is an ugly child, But deep in me I was happy for a little brother. My mom named him ALEXANDER. After he was born few months later i started to have more responsibility.I had to do all the adult stuff like clean the house, making food for the family. my parent started to work. and when I had more responsibility taking care of a  10 month old baby and because of that I started to lose interest in my drawing. I would draw every day and now i barely even draw. I think that I am losing my creativity and becoming  more as an adult. I started to lose interest in school because of the responsibility that I have at home I trying to not slack off from school work

Jacob Bennett, Significant event post

Flowing, Rolling, Caressing all these things are what I feel. These sensations trampling through my mind like a storm. A wave, I sit and play my viola. These emotions not necessarily new but still foreign. As I sat and just played I realized I might like this. But my awareness to this new addiction was nowhere as strong as it is today. As the school year began it was mediocre, I liked playing but it was a hobby. I had no consideration for a career, just a thing to play. But then I realized I wanted to try more.

I started going to auditions and competitions, trying to better myself in this beautiful art. Each loss a lesson, each win a victory. If I didn’t get the best I tried harder, an all consuming passion to just do better. I went to solo/ensemble contest as my first true competition. As my elation and anxiety maxed, my audition came closer. See, I was already under a mountain of pressure. See it was my first competition so I was already nervous.But I was the first one to audition that day too.

So as I sit there cursing my last name: Bennett. Questioning why alphabetical order is such a normal custom. My teacher came in and told it was time. So being myself I played for him first. His amazement at the fact that I memorized was just a personal high. Imagine; me just a child playing a song with no music. I brought the music still because it was a rule that we had to have it.

My introduction, adrenaline pumping, heart bumping. “My name is Jacob Bennett, I will be performing Bouree, from the first suzuki book.” I pushed my stand to the side, wiped the sweat from my hand, and readied myself. I breathe deeply and give my teacher a nod. We were using a thing called smart music. It could give me a piano accompaniment without having a pianist. As the piano plays I feel my jubilation coming to an all-time high. My fingers start flying over the fingerboard. My notes like an angels voice. I’ll admit I’m not the most humble and I might be an unreliable narrator. But to me, I sounded like an angel.

My favorite part fast approaching I prepare for what could be compared to as fiddlin’. BAM…  forgot the notes as the computer played on I could feel the humiliation seeping up through the bare library floor. My eyes burning I listened and found the measure the song was at. But it was too late I had failed, as they gave me advice the only thing that crossed my mind was that I had failed my teacher. He had other far more superior players going to the competition but I felt like a let down. So I walked out and sat down at the bench and waited for my mom to come and pick me up. Knowing later that day I had an ensemble audition as well.

Feeling bummed out and not like myself I napped until it was time to spruce myself up. I woke up and prepared myself for another audition, dreading the faces I would see. As we pulled up to the school and I entered the lobby. I checked the posted scores and right next to my name was a three.  You see, the scoring scale is one to four. Four being that you epicly failed the song one being you played like a master. I felt I should’ve gotten a five. I mean who forgets notes, emphasis needed. And just like that the fire was back hungrier than ever. I had to do this again next year, I knew that I had liked music but never like this. This fire, and something akin rage was all I could feel. This invigorating scene, no longer feeling like a saddened pup with my tail between my legs. I left the school holding my head high. My walk possessing  the grandeur of a king. As I swiftly approached my car I looked my mom in the eyes, and with all the determination in the world I stated, “I’m going to do this next year.”.

Cielo Charles Significant Event

I grew up in a very much dysfunctional family that really caused a lot of deep depression to go on. My little brother and sisters dad was the reason for my dark part of my childhood. Although I adored their dad and believed he was my dad since he was all I knew when I was little. He had made the whole roller coaster of dark emotions start for me. After the huge split, by court order he made it very clear he never wanted me part of his custody. This is when the first drop of the roller coaster hit, I started my depression and anger, it definitely built up. I hated talking about my feelings because my mom, I felt didn’t care at the time. I didn’t have anyone to talk to, everyone didn’t understand a little girl who had “problems”. From then on I put a huge wall up to block every man out and anyone who tried to get close. I felt everyone who wanted to get close to me would soon leave so it was a lot easier to just shut myself up and nobody would get hurt. Every man that tried to talk to my mom I hated so much, I would be so rude whenever they came to meet us. I knew from then on I would never let a guy get close to me nor try to even care for me. It all was because of my brother and sisters dad leaving. I hated him. I hated the fact that my mom married a guy who didn’t have a great mindset. I thought all men were like him, all men just wanted to be with a girl for that reason, have kids then leave. I started to just keep to myself, walking around with a dull face and a broken spirit. A little heartbroken girl who had her wall builded up so high that man could ever hurt her again.

When I met John, my boyfriend, he was a light in my life. He taught me that I didn’t have to hurt anymore. He would be there to uplift me when I couldn't uplift myself. Many thought well “young love", Cielo. It wont last because you two are young and don’t really know what you want in life.” Yet in reality he has helped me so much to let my wall come down, to trust again.

He adored my smile that I hated so much because I thought if someone ever saw me smile they would feel I was weak and easily made happy. Whenever he saw me become closed off he told me to just relax and speak whats on my mind. Once I started telling him what I have felt over all these years it was like shackles broke off.  That was when I learned it was okay to cry, it was okay to be weak sometimes as long as I get back up. He has comforted me when I have been to rock bottom. I have a low immune system ever since I got sick with viral and bacterial meningitis. So of course doctor visits come easy. This past time I fainted at church and my body just collapsed, John rushed to church to meet me but the ambulance already had taken me. When I got to the hospital there he was, he gave me a kiss on the forehead and said,”I didn't know what to do but pray.” It was like as if my heart just felt overwhelmed with peace. Peace in knowing I didn’t have to be strong and hold everything together by myself anymore.  All I have ever wanted in life was just to have someone I can run to and break down and have them tell me everything will be alright, you're going to be alright. John has definitely been a blessing from God, he has helped me open up and try new things. He doesn’t mind me messing up , all he wants is to see me happy. Meeting him was a huge breakthrough for me. I have learned so many things from him. He has taught me to love myself and that my feelings do matter. That I don’t have to feel like im in this world alone. Not to mention his story is almost like mine so our values are both the same. Thats something I really do adore. The fact he came from a household where he took care of the kids and parents weren’t together but doing somewhat their own thing. It really helps me because my family struggles at times and he just pops up with pizza for dinner and helps me clean up. Like how could I be so blessed with a best friend as my boyfriend and someone who I can just run to and vent as long as I need. I truly believe if I didn’t meet him I wouldn't be here because of all the hurt and pain I was dealing with silently each day. He has made me better.

Maliya going into school did not know what she wanted to become. At school every teacher asked her every year what she wanted to be when she grew up. Thinking to her self every time after the kid before her said an astronaut or a rock star and the teachers said "well if you try hard and do good in school everything is possible." Maliya always thought that is she said she wanted to be a famous dancer everyone would laugh. her passion for dancing didn't stop her. Every time they would ask her what she wanted to become she would say a famous dancer proudly with a smile. Time went by and she became famous now going back to looking at the pictures she would take as a little girl doing what she lived most, in a room with no shoes on arching her closing her eyes thinking about what she would become and how strong her passion for dance was.

Maliyah - Santana Taylor

During Maliya's first days of pre-school, she was beginning to adapt to the different ways if being at a school rather than home. Being away from her mother, Ms. Gray, was a tough and difficult task for her, due to the fact that she had always been with her mother since birth. Everyday after pre-school, she would come home to her mother complaining about not wanting to go anymore. Her mother sat her down and tried to explain on the reasons for education and learning. Maliya wasn't having it. She began giving her mother attitude and said she refused to return to the school. After various toddler temper tantrums, whining, and throwing herself on the floor, Maliya began to understand that there was no way out of going to pre-school. She began adapting to the erupt change and later found out that pre-school was more fun than expected. Rather than Ms.Gray listening to complaints, she began hearing Maliyah talking about all of the cool things they were doing each day. Maliyah was now a happy little girl with happy thoughts about going to school.

The first time Maliyah had gone to school she hated it. She would tell her mom that everyday. After several long long weeks, she stopped saying it. She loved school.

Maliya - Marissa O'Sullivan

Original Story:
     Little girl only four years old, all alone in this cruel world. Her mother and father taken from her by a robber. Shot dead right in front of her, robber never knew she was hiding behind the car. Now everyday the little girl wakes up from nightmares of her father being shot down while her mother is screaming. It's been a year, cops never caught the man that shot down her parents. But she got past her parents death, only thinking about it now and again. She lives with her grandparents now being loved and cared for every second of the day. Happy as can be now. In till one day, she saw a man walking down the street, it took her a moment to relieze that that man was the robber. The thief that gun downed her parents for a couple of dollars. Little girl only five years old following the man that wronged her, never to be seen again.

Last Story:
     Her parents died in a car accident a year ago. Her grandparents took her in but she feels like she has nobody. She would do any thing to have her parents. She was supposed to be in the car with them, but stayed behind to take care of her sick dog. A whole family could've died that day, but it's amazing to think that a animal kept her from going with the people she loved. To this day she regrets not going with her parents. She just wanted to hug her parents good-bye one last time.

Maliya - Jacob Bennett

     

Mine

        Once again the same thing she did a year ago, picture day. At least the same routine anyways. Her mother seemed to like it which was okay with her, but she'd much rather play. Her mom had woken her up when it was still dark out. She made her way to the kitchen, stopping every now and then to look at her pictures from last year.
        As she padded along the hallway the plush carpet tickled the soles of her feet. When she neared the kitchen, her nose filled with the aroma of french toast. She licked her lips with anticipation of what awaited her. When she entered the kitchen she took care to skirt around the juice she spilled last night.  She hated the icky-sticky feeling of the dried up juice. She looked at their table, made of oak and with matching chairs.
        SNAP. . . They were taking her pictures now. She didn't care though she was thinking about her day. Her breakfast was delicious, the warm toasty outside. lightly pasted with maple syrup.She watched steam scatter everywhere as the tines of the fork pierced the crust of the french toast.

I only made it this far...

Final

      She had only one child. The girls name was lucy. she had already gone off to college and Ms. Gray was getting sad, so lucy reminded her, "mama, every morning you make your whole wheat nut bread and watch our favorite show." Ms. Gray from then on went to the bread store every sunday and on mondays before work it was the same thing. Get the bread out, put plate on counter, and plugin toaster. Today however she passed the fridge and seen Lucy's four yr. old picture. She laughed and smiled. "Ding" her bread was done and her new life begin, some time to treat and take care of herself.

Maliya - Shane Conner

A small girl moves in a bland setting. The background shows nothing out of the ordinary, just a wall and carpet. The girl herself is dressed casually, denim jeans, long sleeved blouse, and no shoes. On her feet are what look to be mismatched socks. Her right foot has a sock with polka-dots and the sock on her left foot looks to be a plain color. Her hair is brunette, braided into pigtails. Her hair moves however she does. In both pictures, she is acting expressive as if she is around no one, or someone she trusts very well. The room she is in has a window, and the sun is high up. It casts a long shadow from her, but not just from her, but something else in the room. Some kind of bar or wood is next to or over the window, casting another shadow. The girl appears to be dancing happily, not minding her surroundings at all. She has dark colored eyes, a dark brown, but in both pictures her face is mostly covered in shadow. It is not a personal statement about her, however, the girl seems oblivious to the shadows, acting bold and uncaring with her motions.


A small girl with dark brown hair, dark eyes and she's really happy about herself. She is casual and a street girl.

Maliya- Di'Sheqwa Stallings

A young girl name Maliya, all thuggish out and topnotch.
Thought she was a gangster. She could be the leader in her squad.
The mean one with the Goodish/Bad attitude. Everyone looks
up to her like a min queen. Maliya is a risk take, like she don't
care what nobody say. She became a thug when her best friend had
died. Then she in this battle with the haters.

Maliya is one of the baddest bids you will ever know.
She a huge bully, she gets what she wants from other kids.
She also really mean to them. Anything she can get a hold of
she would use as a weapon and try to hurt everyone in her way.
Maliya doesn't care about anything someone say's, it's like if
she was the good verssion of chucky.

Maliya- Cooper Flowers

Maliya shows that no one is ever going to tell her what she can do. As she dances her little heart out, her face shows of fierceness. She enjoyed dancing in pre-school so much that she asked her mom to put her in after school dance classes. Her mom decides to let her do it. Everyone around her saw that she had an attitude just like her mother. This made her popular among all of the teachers. Maylia doesn't have a favorite type of dance, but. when it comes to taking photos, she has her poses on lock. But because of her fierce personality, students at her school become jealous and don't talk to her for hours on end everyday. Maylia's mom finds out about what's been going on and she is ready to pull her child of class. Mixed emotions fly throughout the house when Maylia is questioned by her mother. She doesn't want to leave the school because she enjoys dancing so much, that she is willing to be alone at school and dance by herself. Mrs. Gray isn't too big on the idea, but knows that her daughter knows what's best for her. After a while, hip hop and balled become her favorite genre's of dance. She makes new friends in dance class and they do everything together. Mrs. Gray takes a moment to realize that she let her daughter tell her what she was going to do.

Maylia was a young girl, but was very independent. She didn't like to rely on other people. One of her favorite things to do was to dance. She was always nervous about doing it because she didn't have much experience. So, one day she asked her mom to put her in some classes at a studio. The instructor was one of the best teachers in the world. Her mom let her join as long as it didn't interfere with her school work. She had to keep good grades if she wanted to dance. Many of the other girl dislike her. Because of this, she transfer to a different school and dance studio.

maliya- ahlen

Maliya is a hip hop dancer. She does not take nothing from no one. Her dream is to become an actor. her dream is to become an actor. So she practices everyday her hardest to become one. Maliya goes to a gym called hip gym where she see's her personal trainer to learn all about the different type of hip hop there is. She has already won 15 dance off competitions in a row trying her hardest to win the semi hip hop finals.

Maliyah does not like to be around people. She dislikes happy, energetic, talkative people. Maliyah does not like to dance at all. She wanted to get her bad attitude towards people all the time to the side. She decided to enroll into a program so that she could learn to be patient and nice to people. The first few weeks she still was negative, mean, and she would never even try to be nice. She goes through life the same but she will never ever change.

Maliya - Lexus Madden

Spunky. That's what she is. At only four years old she never stops moving. She jokes about cartoons and jumps around until she gets in trouble. But she doesn't live the typical four-year-old life all the time. Often she mopes around the house sad. It is hard to find friends being only four years old. She has no one to play with that is her age. Many imaginary friends is what she has. She is a creative young lady. Butterflies are like angels to her. Even some of her imaginary friends are butterflies. They have big beautiful color filled wings. Their wings are heart-shaped and they give off a sweet smell of rose petals as a flap their big beautiful wings. Her babysitter often finds her on the floor with her back arched pretending she is a beautiful butterfly soon to hatch from her cocoon. She is lonely because her mother is rarely home, for days at a time she is in the hospital. Sick and unable to take care of her butterfly. The girl wants to fly away and be with her mother, but she knows that is not possible. She lays in bed at night praying to the butterfly God that she will find a friend for her to fly with. Being so alone she sleeps on the couch she is dreaming of a world full of butterflies soaring around, then suddenly she feels a butterfly land on her nose. She awakens from her sleep to see her mother and a her new baby butterfly sister. 

The girl is so happy that her mom is having a baby, a butterfly baby she's so happy and excited that she can't wait until the baby butterfly is on her way.

Maliya- Eda Medina

Ms. Gray and her daughter are in a room that has a light brownish carpet, they are playing around having fun listening to some hip-hop. Both started to have a dance competition and as you can see Ms. Gray's daughter is winning. But the dance competition turned into a striking little photo-shoot. Even-though it was a fun little dance competition Ms. Gray daughter is really passionate about dancing.

In a competition at a BBQ, Ms. Gray and her daughter had a dance battle to rap music. Ms. Gray wins the dance battle, and her daughter of course cries because  Ms. Gray tells her daughter "you got served", to her and then ran as fast as a cheetah and screaming louder than ever, ran to her magical bedroom and continuity kept crying, crying , and crying.

Maliya- aiko medina

Ms. Gray's daughter decided to start dance in her room.
Ms. Gray walked into her roo.
Ms. Gray though it was breathtaking.
She started to taking pictures.


Ms. Gray's daughter does things in her sleep.
sleep walking, running, and now dancing.
Ms. Gray's daughter suddenly stood up in the middle of the night and started busting a move.
It was both horrific and hilarious.
She dance like never before.
Ms. Gray entered the room to see what what all the noise was and almost burst out laughing.
She pulls out her phone and immesudtery started snapping photos.
She watched until her daughter fell asleep and never told the little girl.
The next day, Ms. Gray showed the photos to her class and made them go an assignment on them

Maliya - Alondra Ibarra

Maliya is four and really small. She is pretty and her braids are a plus. You can tell Maliya is flexible, that’s probably cause she is small. Maliya isn’t shy to be herself. The way she poses is cool. Maliya looks like she is cool, energetic, and happy. She looks confident, because she isn’t scared to show her skills. Maliya looks loved. Even though Maliya is in a black and white setting she makes it look colorful. The way she puckers her lips seem like she’s trying to create a fun energy. The way she acts in the photographs you can tell she is comfortable where she is. Her curly hair is nicely done in small braids. The clothes she wears to pose means she knows what is going on. 

Maliya is a 4 year old beautiful young girl. she has talent because she can dance. She has moves out of this world. She can crump. She can stand on her head, she can even do flips in the air. She's in her room standing on her soft carpet deciding how to practice for he dance competition in May. She knows she could lose, but she also knows that she can win. She always has great faith in herself and all of her abilities. She wants to be a professional dancer but her mom wants her to play basketball. She's stuck between doing what makes her happy and what makes her mom happy. She's good at basketball because of her dance skills. She knows how to move around the court. 

Maliya--- kaleigh jordan

                                                                  original

Lily a young and naive girl, had already begun her fight for the kingdom. Although she is not much older than a frail, fragile kindergarten student she was and is very strong willed. Quenching her lips and squinting her eyes she has already seen trouble and must handle the situation. Even though her clothes are your everyday clothes meant for playgrounds and shopping, these were the clothes she fights in. with knowledge of her fight she came prepared with braided hair, so not one enemy could capture her by a cheap shot of gripping the curls and snatching her away. she sees clearly more than adults because of her sense of wonder and creativity flows through her like God intended it to be. with an urgency she digs deep into her word to find the answers of a once known strong argument that one might think would bring her down. with surprise and gratefulness her tiny hands lift up in awe to praise the Lord and with one small foot at a time she stomps the enemy to his grave. she declares "No longer will one come against me! iI am a queen! i am royalty! how dare you try and bring me down!" with her heart racing in the excitement of victory she begins to dance and scream and sing of love that surrounds her. with a final pose of its finished she bows her head back just to whisper...... "Thank you Lord!"


                                                            Last rumor
Lily was a young little girl. Lily was happy and nears to start kindergarten, but she was a strong young little girl. she had a problem and she wanted to solve it. she was wearing play ground clothes. she was searching for an answer. Lily then started to go to church.

Maliya- Cielo Charles

A young girl Alice, light brown eyes, curly brown hair girl that she loves in braids, and a personality that is so expressive. Her parents both rich and wealthy explained she had this amazing talent. At a young age this girl had a voice of an angel. Alice loved singing to be applauded and even then not to be. When she got to a school that was full of every color, like confetti box, she felt welcomed. Until the day came for dance class. All of a sudden the welcoming went away and the other students gave her this unwelcoming mood. She went home  that day crying and explained the other kids did not say mean  words but judged her with their eyes as she danced and hummed a tone. Her father, this tall, light skin man, begin to hum her favorite tune and snap his fingers. " You , see.", he said. "They are two different things yet they need each other, hum rely's on the snap and the snap rely's on the hum." Alice replied, "Daddy their eyes interrogate me, they don't need me, they already have a singer and a lead dancer." Her father laughed and nodded then said, "they don't interrogate you, they are fearful of your song, your story."

Young girl with a Talent to sing and dance. One day she had a concert, but no one came , not svn her parents. She came home crying an yelling that no one came to the concert.  The parents told her they didn't know anything about a concert. She went to her room and cried herself to sleep. Then next morning her parents called her down and sled her to sing and dance for them. She did and everything went back to normal.

Maliya-- Aura Pineda

She's a girl that has a bright future waiting for her a girl that has dreams that wants to live and enjoy each day with joy and happiness. having a bright future for her passion of dancing she enjoys every step she dances, every deep breath


Everyone tells maliya that she is a dancer. But through her eyes, that's not how she feels. she doesn't like anything to do with dancing. She feels it's not her. No one knows this though and thinks that maliya does enjoy dancing. no one has ever seen her dance and yet thinks they know everything about her. Throughout class, Maliya is lazy and disrespectful. Maliya wonders how anyone can think that from the actions she portrays in class. 

Marissa O'Sullivan

I'm quit,
For there is no need for me to speak.
For my drawings speak for their selves.
Creating a story with in your mind.
Allowing you to understand me.
Once you learn about me,
It would be to late.
You may try to run or hide,
But nothing will save you
From my stalkerness.

I AM - Di'Sheqwa Stallings

I'm a ball player, no runner back nor track runner.
I'm short and fast, call me a pass of aggressor.
I got talent, no ones knows unless they focus me.
My soul to the game but my body betrayed me.
So don't you forget me.
I got a strong heart and I'm understanding.
I can be picky but I'm very friendly.
Most of all I'm antisocial so I stay quiet.
But give me a ball and a goal, I get straight started.
I AM Di'Sheqwa Stallings 

Kaleigh Jordan

Who am I?
Religious, because i talk about God way to much
because my free time is spent in prayer.
instead of the emptiness it takes, to waste away
the day that was given to make a difference.
Who am I?
talkative, because i talk to fast
that people forget why i even speak
its not just to fill the void of nonsense
but to have meaning thats needed to be seeked
That,what I'm trying to get across actually came...
from my heart. but at times it gets so hard,
to form words that really express
everything my head has already said.
Who am I?
So hopeful of the future
its takes a step back from those who lag on
about how it is to live a life consistantly
how even in the darkest times of life
i can still stand up and say, there is still light.
Who am I?
Philosophic because i think waaaaay to much.
always inside when im really outside
speading the time i need with my friends and loved ones
but spiritually im some where else. i hear you, i see you
i hope you cant see what i think, because many of times
i lose those closest because they realize its to much to handle
one that thinks about every little angle of every detail
only to find out just doing is better than the question.
Who am I?
expressive, down to the point because it says somethings about me
because even when i sit alone, one would think its for attention
but the truth is i just cant handle another rejection.
Who am I?
no..... no more, the lies placed over with society, are not what define me!
God is who defines me. Who am I! having a steady relationship
with the one i love. Talkative because expressing is fun!
hopeful because i know.... There is always something better
Philosphic, to be able to have a deep intelligent conversation
that brings out the truth behind your walls.
Expressive, because God has called me to bring back the excitement
into the black and white colored world, society has placed..... under
Free, because i choose not to believe....
the lies placed over me.
Who am I?
I am Kaleigh

Just a man

A man
Good natured and amiable
Lost in his own kind of thought
His own peace of mind
Who remains uninvolved
Not much of a care in the world
Feels pain
Knows hardship
However, persevering
A determination that is unwavering
For he believes what he believes
And he will stand up for it
He defends his way of life
To incessant naysayers and the "politically correct"
Politely and well-mannered
He is both calm and outrageous
Only normal when different
He is, just a man

Eda Medina

I’m not your regular girl.

I don’t wear makeup, I put on piercings.

I don’t wear dresses and heels, I wear sweats, hoodies, J’s and Nike's.

I don’t want to become a nurse, cosmetologist or an interior designer, I want to become a police officer, join the National Guard, Army, Navy, Marines or Air Force.

I like overthrowing people.

I like telling people what I have accomplished.

At the age of 16 my first car was a mustang.

At the age of 16 my first job was working at a warehouse.

At the age of 16, I worked as an adult; I did as more than 40 hours a week.

And I'm 17.

You can say it's “child labor” I call it “survival”.

You can say I’m a struggled child but I feel I’m living luxury.

You can say I’m reserved, and I like to observe.

You can say I do well when I’m pressured depends the measure.

I can be unsympathetic and not be apologetic.

But most of the times,

I can be remorse, loving and caring.