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.
Friday, January 16, 2015
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.
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.
A small girl with dark brown hair, dark eyes and she's really happy about herself. She is casual and a street girl.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
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.
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.
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.
Friday, January 9, 2015
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.
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
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
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
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.
Jacob Bennett
Stubborn
Stubborn, like a burr stuck in wool some may say
but today let's call this stubborness borne from hard life: focus
it's not hopeless this life that passes by
in the blink of an eye a seed is a flower
Memory
attentiveness is the key
if you don't pay attention you don't really see
and yet these words we pay attention to don't mean a thing
only you can give power to the things our minds sing
Religion
religion for me is an escape
I wear it like a cape
but truly I don't see
they've used religion against me
made me afraid to praise a name
that should be shouted from the highest mountain
Stubborn, like a burr stuck in wool some may say
but today let's call this stubborness borne from hard life: focus
it's not hopeless this life that passes by
in the blink of an eye a seed is a flower
Memory
attentiveness is the key
if you don't pay attention you don't really see
and yet these words we pay attention to don't mean a thing
only you can give power to the things our minds sing
Religion
religion for me is an escape
I wear it like a cape
but truly I don't see
they've used religion against me
made me afraid to praise a name
that should be shouted from the highest mountain
Lexus Madden
My name is Lexus and I'm a little standoffish. In the last four years I've changed quite a bit. I have always spoke my mind, but recently I've silently judged. I try hard to be what people what, but times have changed. At one point in time, I had friends who said we'd be friends forever, now I don't even stop to say hi to them when they pass by in the halls. I don't get upset when they don't invite me to dinner or favorite my tweets on twitter. People change everyday, I can't tell them whether to leave or to stay. Without a lot of friends, I don't really listen to peoples opinions of me because I really don't care. People who know me, know I'm completely different than how I am judged. Once I have formed an opinion about you, its hard to change my mind. I am a grudge holder. I let my feelings take control of me often but I try not to let people influence my decisions because at the end of the day, I'm living for me. Instead of self motivated, I am family motivated. Life can change in a matter of seconds. Thats what happened to me, life changed and so did I.
Surroundings
I work hard to achieve my success,
Waking up in the morning putting my mind in its best.
Thinking quietly but yet outspoken,
Once you hear my words, yes you will be woken.
I am always conscious about others and their thoughts
But most of these people are walking like robots.
They seem to always judge and point fingers
Why must the boring stay around and linger?
I try to stay positive but yet its so hard
When everyone is always pouting and laying around like a lard
My best is all that I can give,
So appreciate me and let me live.
Waking up in the morning putting my mind in its best.
Thinking quietly but yet outspoken,
Once you hear my words, yes you will be woken.
I am always conscious about others and their thoughts
But most of these people are walking like robots.
They seem to always judge and point fingers
Why must the boring stay around and linger?
I try to stay positive but yet its so hard
When everyone is always pouting and laying around like a lard
My best is all that I can give,
So appreciate me and let me live.
Aura Pineda
I am i caring person that cares for people who only matter to me a quiet person that keeps things to her self i over think things more than one time being afraid of not having the right answer that brings me to my shyness i have my bright side but i also have my dark side i'm not mean but i have an attitude that can control my mood.
I Know Her (Ms. G)
I used to know this girl who stole heat and shine from the sun every time she smiled
and her presence sent vibrations through the air, she moved as though
God purposed her hips and shoulders to withstand storms before there were wver clouds
She had an innocence in her eyes,
her voice took him for rides, her fingers painted words in the sky
and she wore a smile as her disguise
Because she had no direction, no motivation, no future in her mind
so she poems about her pain and dark places
about the hurt she chose to hide
She struggled with words in public because she had already sacrificed so much of her soul to paper
Her middle finger calloused from flicking lead to the world,
her pen her sword,
her bullets her words
At 15 I received a call
I used to know this girl who liked to mix pills to test side effects and close her eyes as she wondered into a land where Alice lost rabbits and little girls remained innocent
She stole her mom's vodka, watered it down careful not to leave evidence
Watered down the abuse because there was never any visual evidence
She hid bruises uner her jeans, the pain shaking from under her skin
Sometimes I could hear her silent screams through bedroom walls
I'd watch them creep up the bed sheets and escape through the cracks of ripped window screens
I wanted to help her, but I knew she didn't think anyone could see how she hurt
At 22 I received a call
I used to know this girl who didn't know her name
She always seemed lost and after having her child, she told me she would never be the same
I didn't know what she meant then, but as the years passed I watched her lose herself
Passion dimmed from her aura slowly like clouds swimming past a full moon on a summer night
Once I sat and stared at her as she balanced her new sun on a belly,
wondering if she would ever see me
She used to try and whisper to me in the eclipses of nights when he neglected to help her through her terrors
I wish he knew how hard she cried when he lied
I wish he knew that every pain he falsely apologized for
is what killed her
At 29 I received a call
I know this woman who refuses to die even though shes covered in love's war wounds
She decided to have an affair with herself and fell in love fast
She tells me it's the only fleshly love that she's not afraid to lose
She still hurts a little when she sees his face
smells his cologne, lays in the bed alone and cries over hugs that left before they could find a home
She wakes up feeling destroyed by fantasies and ready to rebuild her mind with fascinating realities
She's become indestructible because she's already been destroyed
Her essence no loner fades into the background,
she's unafraid to allow it to flow
into the air around her, replacing fictional voids
There's still a pain purging itself inside her, but she refuses to let it validate her existence
She's in love now, her soul given gentle wings
I used to know this woman, I call her me
and her presence sent vibrations through the air, she moved as though
God purposed her hips and shoulders to withstand storms before there were wver clouds
She had an innocence in her eyes,
her voice took him for rides, her fingers painted words in the sky
and she wore a smile as her disguise
Because she had no direction, no motivation, no future in her mind
so she poems about her pain and dark places
about the hurt she chose to hide
She struggled with words in public because she had already sacrificed so much of her soul to paper
Her middle finger calloused from flicking lead to the world,
her pen her sword,
her bullets her words
At 15 I received a call
I used to know this girl who liked to mix pills to test side effects and close her eyes as she wondered into a land where Alice lost rabbits and little girls remained innocent
She stole her mom's vodka, watered it down careful not to leave evidence
Watered down the abuse because there was never any visual evidence
She hid bruises uner her jeans, the pain shaking from under her skin
Sometimes I could hear her silent screams through bedroom walls
I'd watch them creep up the bed sheets and escape through the cracks of ripped window screens
I wanted to help her, but I knew she didn't think anyone could see how she hurt
At 22 I received a call
I used to know this girl who didn't know her name
She always seemed lost and after having her child, she told me she would never be the same
I didn't know what she meant then, but as the years passed I watched her lose herself
Passion dimmed from her aura slowly like clouds swimming past a full moon on a summer night
Once I sat and stared at her as she balanced her new sun on a belly,
wondering if she would ever see me
She used to try and whisper to me in the eclipses of nights when he neglected to help her through her terrors
I wish he knew how hard she cried when he lied
I wish he knew that every pain he falsely apologized for
is what killed her
At 29 I received a call
I know this woman who refuses to die even though shes covered in love's war wounds
She decided to have an affair with herself and fell in love fast
She tells me it's the only fleshly love that she's not afraid to lose
She still hurts a little when she sees his face
smells his cologne, lays in the bed alone and cries over hugs that left before they could find a home
She wakes up feeling destroyed by fantasies and ready to rebuild her mind with fascinating realities
She's become indestructible because she's already been destroyed
Her essence no loner fades into the background,
she's unafraid to allow it to flow
into the air around her, replacing fictional voids
There's still a pain purging itself inside her, but she refuses to let it validate her existence
She's in love now, her soul given gentle wings
I used to know this woman, I call her me
Alondra Ibarra
I am Alondra Ibarra
I like to think of myself as little but mighty
I am hard working when i want to be
And I always stay humble
I am thoughtful and respectful
I like to try my hardest
Even when the people that surround me don't
But I sometimes wonder if
This is me
I like to think of myself as little but mighty
I am hard working when i want to be
And I always stay humble
I am thoughtful and respectful
I like to try my hardest
Even when the people that surround me don't
But I sometimes wonder if
This is me
Aiko Medina
See I'm Shy And I'm Meek
I Think Before I Speak
I Express Myself With A Pencil And Paper
No Not Stories Or Poems
I Let My Drawings Do The Speaking
They Say Talented And Passionate
I Can Be Old-Fashioned
But That's Just Me.
Cooper Flowers
Taking a different look on life,
Always taking chances that I shouldn't
looking for the right pathway
Being independent, living on my own
Trying to correct my mistakes,
Hoping that i can live with who I am
People say i should my mouth shut
I say i'll shut it when i find it time
Living on my own time
trying to have my own life
just trying to make it on the frontline
Always taking chances that I shouldn't
looking for the right pathway
Being independent, living on my own
Trying to correct my mistakes,
Hoping that i can live with who I am
People say i should my mouth shut
I say i'll shut it when i find it time
Living on my own time
trying to have my own life
just trying to make it on the frontline
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Cielo Charles
Today
By: Cielo Charles
Today she tends to lean towards weakness
They look at her as a conqueror,
but yet she knows her spirit is full of doubt and shame
Today her heart is overbearing with caring thoughts.
They know she is but don't want to believe it,
but even past her looks she can't stand to hide her feelings
Today her mouth tends to stay close on the outside conversations.
They wonder why a girl so expressive shuts down without hesitation,
but they never realized she has a story to tell.
Today her heart is hardened by voices in her head.
They could never imagine a girl with such a smile could be so sensititive,
but they never got the chance to know her.
Today her actions are in a systematic way
No one around her thinks of it as different, she's just organized,
but deep down her systematic ways keep her mind off of the hurt and deep pain.
Today her brain can never grasp they're judgmental ways.
They know being around her those words make her uncomfortable,
but they don't know that inside it is a matter of time before she explodes.
Explodes,
and quickly comes up with response to the judgmental words of others to make it stop.
Today she is just a girl.
A girl everyone thinks they know somewhat,
but they really don't...
until she is ready to open up again.
By: Cielo Charles
Today she tends to lean towards weakness
They look at her as a conqueror,
but yet she knows her spirit is full of doubt and shame
Today her heart is overbearing with caring thoughts.
They know she is but don't want to believe it,
but even past her looks she can't stand to hide her feelings
Today her mouth tends to stay close on the outside conversations.
They wonder why a girl so expressive shuts down without hesitation,
but they never realized she has a story to tell.
Today her heart is hardened by voices in her head.
They could never imagine a girl with such a smile could be so sensititive,
but they never got the chance to know her.
Today her actions are in a systematic way
No one around her thinks of it as different, she's just organized,
but deep down her systematic ways keep her mind off of the hurt and deep pain.
Today her brain can never grasp they're judgmental ways.
They know being around her those words make her uncomfortable,
but they don't know that inside it is a matter of time before she explodes.
Explodes,
and quickly comes up with response to the judgmental words of others to make it stop.
Today she is just a girl.
A girl everyone thinks they know somewhat,
but they really don't...
until she is ready to open up again.
Estrella Gonzalez
I like to set goals and by goals I mean setting my mind to something and actually succeeding not just setting unrealistic goals. There's always a teachers pet in the class but believe me that's not me, I'm way to shy to actually talk in front of the class. I tend to stay quiet not letting people in, I like doing me. Most people think that I'm not the smartest person because I act dumb, sometimes its better to act a certain way so people don't take advantage of you. Asking you all the time to do their work, or just ask to be in your group so you can do everything. I'm actually pretty smart having straight A's is a priority in my mind. Being friendly and helping to others is something I like to do that's kind of contradicting what I just said but I like to make things easier for people. I like being myself and letting people know who I truly am. Painting, dancing, and sleeping is what i do best.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Ahlen Amparan
I live life to the fullest, don't really like taking stuff from other people either. I don't get mad easy unless its just one of those days. people always say i'm crazy for the things i do but i just like to see what i could do and what happens after i do the things i do.
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