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by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I never asked to be given to the world
But it seems I’m the one to pay With burdens I don’t deserve And years filled with pain Debts more than the years I’ve seen Time spent managing worldly things Expectations and laws for us all I can never rest for fear of the fall I never asked to be involved Why can’t these problems be resolved I placed my faith in a simple dream But I find it’s more complex than it seemed
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by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I’m still working on the person that I am
Still picking up my pieces I mean, damn Why can’t someone see my masterpiece Instead of pulling apart everything I am Why so much pressure Like, “Excuse me ma’am” But I just don’t care I’m just trying to be who I am And Sir, just sit down It’s just too bad you don’t understand I’m still trying to just make me who I need to be And no, my name's not Abraham So I can’t say I won’t ever tell a lie But I’m so far from Uncle Sam Sometimes I’ll mess up But I’ll find my monogram and that’s just another piece of me Sorry, there is no training program For loving myself and Finding out who I am So I’ll keep living my crazy life I’ll keep being who I am by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer Mirror, mirror on the wall
You always say too dumb, too small And then you say too smart, too tall I cut it off and paste it on All to change what you look on Mirror, Mirror on the wall Stop making me feel so small I put on my mask to help it all Only in hopes to change the call Of my evil mirror on the wall by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I’m tired of fighting
Can we please make it end This anger is blinding Exhausting, it is The aggression is biting I just want a friend I can’t take the timing That I’m expected to spend Why are we so uninviting Why must we always defend So today I will begin writing A peace treaty shall impend by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I am the warrior
You are the war I fight myself Through all your hell I prepare for battle More and more My mind is weak My armor worn I’ve spent many nights Preparing for fights On the battlefield Long and hard I lunge and thrust With all my might Maybe, just maybe I can win this fight It’s raining and cold The condition is rough This is getting old But it makes me tough I can’t comprehend Why you’re doing this I know things tend To be bad enough Please stop this stuff This pain and torture It’s all too much End me now I beg you war As I lie bleeding On my floor I can’t fake it I’m done I can't take it I’m pleading As I reach for my gun It’s all for you war This is it It’s over One single shot I’m growing colder I see you cry though it’s not true Sometimes I wish I were you All high and mighty With many jewels But then I remember Your evil soul The time has come I must go I’ll remember the face Of my foe For it was mine All along I fought myself On right and wrong Now I see The trumpets singing A better song Than metal ringing All night long I close my eyes Take my last breath In and out I welcome death by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I dig a grave
For you, you see Not physically But mentally I’m tired of you And all I’ve felt I’m done with you And your chaotic hell Your intentions are lucid To slowly kill me inside A warrior is not diluted Today my foe must die by PAJAH WILLIAMS Staff writer Weight shifts from one foot to the other
Palms moisten Invisible beads of sweat seem to drench your entire t-shirt. Knees shivering with weakness Wandering eyes because you don’t know where to direct your gaze Stuttering speech You’ve been caught off guard with spontaneous human interaction. Body tense, a natural response to the persistent fear of being scrutinized Mind never ceases to assume the worst Humiliation, shame, guilt, embarrassment You’re such an embarrassment. You embarrass yourself more and more each day. Every step you take. Every moment of eye contact. Everything you do. It is irrefutable truth that you are physically and socially awkward. Don’t say that. Don’t speak. Don’t think that. Don’t forget to breath. Ah, inhale. Exhale – wait what was the question? “Your name, sir?” Alas, your mind morphs into a vague tunnel of blackness. Silence. - - - “It’s-I-hi.” Palm to face by JESSICA HOLLAN
Staff writer I took the long way to my building today It was cold outside I had no jacket with me And by the time I reached my room my fingers were numb But today I walked I walked for all those who will never walk again I walked for those who are too afraid to walk their streets I walked because I am safe And I am blessed And I need not fear terror in my small town So today I walked I walked for Paris For Japan For Korea For Mexico For Lebanon For everyone who fears their streets Today I walked It was quiet on my walk It was peaceful on my walk It was safe on my walk On my walk I knew that I will never experience the pain those who are terrorized will feel So today I walked slower Because I am lucky Because I am safe Because I take my walk for granted Over 1000 people died yesterday Over 1000 people who will never walk Today I did not walk for me Today I walked for them by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer You and I spiral Gliding and sailing Dancing descend On a gust A ripple A whim Brushing and creating friction You and I falling Shoving me away with a will unnatural and callous Holes have been chewed into the face of me And devouring what you want Unpunished Fresh and supple when we started My warty underside becomes food, but never satisfies thy hunger Now you are ravenous, are you not More and more you take, less and less I give Crushed and disregarded I'm lost among the faceless by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer A bird caged Is a flight unflown Icarus doth fly too close But what of those that fly not at all Paralyzed by sharp tongues and iron-bent hands They sit Though unrestricted Nothing stands in their way Yet they remain dormant Dashed of fear and freedom Still they drown in their stagnation |
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