By isaiah harris
My peom is inspired by Steph Curry
He is a good shooter
he has light skin
he’s shot 1 million shots
his daughter loves her scooter
hes not smart, he needs a tutor
his handles are fire
to get strong, he pushes a tire
pretty soon, this boy has to retire
then a new baller will up for hire, aye
By: Anthony Pang
Wind blowing on the leaves,
making them rustle.
Hearing the sound of bees,
listening to their bumble.
And with that comes the pounding thunder,
the clouds shouting out from the sky.
Now the lawnmowers come out,
with their roaring sounds.
To announce that winter,
is hiding underground.
And as the temperature warms,
the allergies come,
letting us know that spring has sprung.
The Babbling Brook
By: Rishi Bhogaraju
Equality
By: Liliana Gines
“I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see why Democracy means, everybody but me.”
Equality cackles at me, for it’s nothing but a utopia for the rich, written on paper, nothing more
Our suffering is the source of their happiness
Representatives are my voice, my eyes, but they are not heard nor given a care in the world
For I am the invisible man, nonexistent, a statue that everyone passes by and no one sees
I scream with no sound and weep with no tears
For my voice has been taken and my tear ducts run dry
But I shan’t be a statue any longer!
I WILL be the change!
I WILL be the hope!
I WILL create the Promised Land!
By: Emily MacDonald
Day after day camouflaged in cosmetics
Trying to feel beautiful and aesthetic
Wanting to fit in
And feel comfortable in their skin
Hiding behind the faces they wear
Hoping that people won’t stop to stare
Am I not good enough the way I am?
This is the question so many ask
Challenged with trying to take off their masks
Alone with no one by their side
Forced with having to decide
For the mask we wear
Is harder to bare
Then no mask at all
By: Max Villegas
Tick Tock goes the clock,
As I wait in bed to fall into a state of mind
My thoughts haunt me, but one conquers,
Dominates them all, like the nucleus of a cell
Or the alpha of a wolf pack
It’s the water that I drink
The air I breathe
The clothing on my aching, worn out back
A thought I know I shouldn’t have
Something all humans would be ashamed of, like a young one
Sneaking a cookie from the jar, without Mother’s consent
It’s all I see when looking in the mirror, it stares back at me
Cackling, hissing, sneering
But it’s an addiction, not like others
I call it my fuel, as engine is to vehicle
It’s not possible to function without it
Jealousy has ruined me
Jealousy has become me, no-
Jealousy is me
By: Brent Taylor
He feels so ready
But his palms are so sweaty
Second guessing himself
He looks up on the shelf
He sees a picture of his wife holding his baby
I’ll see her again he thinks
I’ve been thinking of her lately
Thinking of the stuff I should have done
No wonder she said we’re done
I was an awful father
I’d come home and barely know my own daughter
She still loved me she said
But I know her love was fading
Fading like a sunset
He knows he doesn’t have much time
He has to win them back
He has to get this job
It was the only way
He has to build this family up from the ground
Get us out of this RV park
We should be able to sleep when it’s dark
Not have to sleep with one eye open
I’m sitting in the waiting room
His name gets called
It’s his time
He goes in and sells himself
“It’s over,” says the manager
“We don’t need you.”
He screams, “I’ll do anything!”
“No,” the manager says, “I already said it!”
“Please!” he pleads once more
“It’s for my family,
My wife and my daughter
This isn’t for me, it’s for them!”
The manager says, “Minimum wage from nine to five,
And that will be enough to get your life back together
And don’t ever wrong your wife or daughter again
Be thankful for what you’ve got and pray
Everyday and night tell them you love them
Pray that you’ll see the light one day.”
By: Mohamed Idris
The cold wall behind me,
Is eating away at me.
Just like everything else,
In this wasteland.
The Canned Food they give us,
Might as well be the dirt we build on.
The happy cries above long gone,
Replaced by dreaded screams,
Of those unfit for the regime.
I wish I could have stayed behind,
But that was impossible.
The stench was too much to bear,
The aroma still around me.
At least they were not those things.
Now, the fallout is no more…
In theory.
By: Ashish Sakhuja
Loud tirades given back and forth,
New problems left unsolved,
Argument and grudges held against one another.
It’s chaos, its a rampage, it’s a huge mess, it’s politics,
It’s the cause of uproars within the government,
The government is swatting away our dreams,
The government’s failure will be our demise,
The anger will only continue to spread,
Legislators are boiling mad at each other.
The economy continues to crumble,
More and more problems are piling up,
The whole country is experiencing the problems,
And it’s all because of the government.
New enemies are made every day,
The threat toward our country continues to increase,
The leaders our developing more nuclear weapons instead of helping our citizens.
There has to be some change, a change that will make America great again.