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Don’t Turn the Knob
By: Hannah Gibbons
I am a doormat.
I get walked on everyday.
When I get vacuumed,
I am me
I am from the D
From the waters that overlook Canada
I am from Motor city
A place that is loud with inner beauty
I am from the soul
Eyes that are as blue as the ocean and as dark as the secrets they hide.
Hair that blows in the wind like floods from a roaring tide.
Hands that are soft like the petals of bright, Sunflowers in early June.
I am from Emmanuel and Corinna, Faustino and Ildefonsa, Abelardo and Warlita.
I am from the windy Chicago, from then moving to sunny California at two weeks old.
I am from rice, rice, and more rice.
If the world were to end tomorrow
I’d spend my last hours with the universal language.
If I lost my hearing tomorrow
I’d spend today
Listening to Forever and Always by Parachute,
When I take off my mask
And end my various facades
I awaken myself enough to ask
What went through the minds of the gods
When they cast me to Earth to accomplish a task
Aganist the unfavorable odds
I am not the façade society demands
I am not my reputation
I am not the mutterings under their breath
I am not a dumb blonde
Complexity in his complexion,
Confidence from his perspective
Yet, make no mistake, he's far from perfection.
No one has seen the real side of me. Remove my "rise, valencia, sierra, or inkwell" filter and you shall see
Who am I behind the dye?
When you take away the acne
If you can look past the watery eyes
I am the girl that tries until the end.
The one that stays up late every night
Trying to maintain a high GPA.
In a room full of people you will see me,
I'll look like the others so it will be hard to notice me,
If you do you'll think that you've discovered me,
You're mistaken and confused by an imagery,
Who am I in my pixilated form?
I am filtered and digitally altered
It is NOW that I decide to reform
Because I realize now I needn’t falter
Taking a road,
A road down uncharted territory,
From a flower blooming
to a restless seed.
A silly child, know-it-all
wondering amioulsy and understandingly
feeling tall;
When my dad lets me borrow the car
I don't even have to drive far
As soon as the car is on
I turn up my favorite song
As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived
With hugs
I am a confused girl with a sorry soul
a confused girl with no plans to hold
a confused girl with a body to mold
a confused girl who is ready to go
I lost those men
I lost their sin
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
I am the future
I am a leader
I can contribute to changing the world
It starts with me, with you and I together
If you could see the true me you'd see the broken girl
you'd see the mask she stands behind thats been cracked so many times
you'd see the misery
you'd see the heartache
Love can make you feel on top of the world,
But yet bring you down,
It’s amazing when you feel the acceptance from love,
But it’s devastating when you feel the opposite side,
Sometimes you have the opportunity,
I am not the girl I thought I'd be.
I don't have my life together.
I'm not the eloquent coffee at sunrise and
Tennyson at nighttime person that you would love.
I sleep too late
I am as unique as a snowflake,
And my flaws are what make me one of a kind.
If I stay true to myself I will not break,
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
“New Year, New ME”
The cliché quote that’s never true. Yet the reason for the start of MY change.
MY outspokenness is to helps others,
Not hinder them, so back off.
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
Independence;
What I strived for at the start of my first breath.
Eating, crawling, walking, talking,
by myself.
I longed for the day
when I could be free.
I felt so trapped
Pretty blue eyes and dashing blonde hair,
petite little girl and they say it’s not fair.
Cute as a button and smart as a wit,
can’t beat that smile and what comes with it.
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
My name is Mariama Suwaneh.
I was born on April 5, I’m eighteen years old, I am 5’3.75” but I tell everyone I am 5’4”.
I am terrible at soccer, I love the Spanish language, I don’t really like chocolate,
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
They say I'm bright as the sun, shy as the moon.
But, when I get creative I'm eager to show what I'm
capable of. When that happens it makes me want
spread my beautiful wings. My inspiration comes from
And honestly theres so many scholarships and not enough time
My vision gets blurry; I cant see between the line
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
for as long as
i breathe
he wore a
uniform
lottery ticket
of death
gamble
never to be won
eight years old
invested not with
glitter
but jitters
oldest
GEORGIA MUD
I’m from ice cold sweet tea on the hot summers days, little girls selling lemonade on the corner for fifty cents a cup.
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
In this mind full of clutter, this mind they called crazy.
The memories still live, yet the image is now hazy.
This paper understands me, it puts my mind at ease.
With a deep breath, I write and the voices suddenly cease.
I write to express myself
To show that there’s more
To what you see on the outside
Inside there is a girl
Who has been through hell and back
But keeps a smile on her face
Everyday we walk through the Air.
We hear things,
See things,
in a way that others don't.
Everyday we walk through this Hell.
We feel things,
taste things
in a way that others don't
I am from the smell of the Ohio River and the soft kisses of sunlight on my skin.
From the jungle gyms and slides that create the paths of my life.
I say,
“It’s like ‘Welcome to the real world,’ you know?”
And six heads nod in agreement.
