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Math Blues Christina – 6th Grade – Clark-Shaw Magnet School They try to give math a happier spin “How many times can this number go in?” As if you are part of some numerical clique Because you can find a square root extra quick. It’s always “add up”, “times up”, “divide up” That keeps me looking down, counting down, feeling…yup, I can’t find the angle for a celebration When numbers and math are in the equation!!!

by Trinity Eighth Grade – Burns Middle School – Ms. Plovanich
 * A Mother’s Experience

You are only 3 weeks old and you are currently in my grasp; I am afraid to hurt you, yet my arms are secure. My eyes are content with watching. Mine and yours haven’t met yet but my finger and your hand have. My ears are yearning for just one laugh. I love you, little girl, I promise I do. Time has flown by and now the month you go by is 5. You have 3 teeth now, and they gleam like the moon. Your laugh is beautiful and even your cry makes me swoon. I love you, baby girl, for I will always love you. You are 7 years old and you’ve had your first karate match. I loved every minute I swear. My favorite part was when the board soared through the air and collided with the chair. You are a talented little one and coming along are you. You’re a tall little girl, 48 inches are you. Now you are 19 and you’re old enough to experience life on your own. I still worry though, instead of a beautiful young lady getting in the car off to college with her best friend, I see my little girl who barely has 3 teeth at 5 months. My daughter is 27 and is walking down the aisle. I sit front row while your father walks you down. I smile as you smile, eyes connecting with mine for a split second before your soon-to-be connects his arm with yours, slowly approaching the center so that you may be claimed as his. My baby is 32 now and bears her own child. His grin is crazy and eyes are wild. He reminds me of my little one as she reminds me of myself, smiling down at my little one. My daughter is 45 and now she is kneeling down crying, mourning for the loss of my earthly presence, but now I am above. It’s okay, my little girl, for I will always be with you; now you must dry yours eyes and turn around. Your little one needs you. Fear not, my baby girl. We will be reunited in the next world. ||

Leigh Burns Middle School Do you see her?
 * Untitled

She stands over there

At the water

With a handful of flowers

And a heart full of

Sorrow

She goes there every other day

Sometimes without those

Sad little flowers

But most often than not

They remain in her hand

She releases those flowers into

The water

And watches them float away

How could she waste such

Beautiful flowers?

I always thought

What I didn't know was

She brought flowers to

Her love, each time It’s like he

Rejected her

She cried while dropping the

Flowers for the last time

And she never came back

I never found out what had

Happened on the last day

The flowers were different

They were dark instead of

The usual bright flowers

I suppose I couldn't help her

After all,

There was no way that

I could help her

Because she was still in

Denial that he would

Wake up and start

Pretending he wasn't

Dead. ||

Chloe Seventh Grade - Burns Middle School – Ms. Plovanich Green Grass Dead Grass Summer Sass Winter Class It’s always sunny It never rains For here our crops die In vain Some people would kill for sun Like I would for rain I wear my hair In a bun Because of the sun Never fails To give me  !*!?@#!! ||
 * Green Grass

Calloway-Smith Middle School My City I see people everywhere With an unforgettable stare I see moms crying While their kids lie dying I see people on the street With nothing to eat This Is My City Where kids roam While their parents are at home Where people chant “Black Lives Matter” While blood splatters This is a place Full of disgrace My City ||
 * LaTerrika

by J'Maya Bell Calloway-Smith Nature at its best Am I possessed ? A walk in a garden , You'll become obsessed Colors everywhere Red, blue , green, Possibly the best thing You've ever seen. The sun shines bright , Blooming each and every plant A bee takes a flight , So does the little ant Winds taking their rounds , Passing all of earths things Lifting leaves up from the grounds , Butterflies dancing with their wings Clouds are now dark , Now hearing the dogs bark They sky was just clear , But the sky roars as you hear Water drops fall , Running and hiding 4 ledgers may crawl , The storm is now tough The sea believes it's enough , Waves try to jump to shore But father storm wants more , Father light strikes areas From here to there , Pushing electricity through the ground Brightening up the air , The water becomes louder Getting stronger receiving more power , Families of winds come together and spin No one knows who will gain the victory , No one knows who will win It gets very quiet , Father storm is now tired And so are the others , By now Earths' creatures are sleep Soon it was morning , And again nature had its colors ||
 * "Unseen Visions of Earth"

By Iyana Calloway Smith Middle School
 * CHANGING ENDLESS DREAMS

My Mind Focuses On The Life Around Me But I Focus More On The People That Surround Me  There Is Much Gun Violence In My Community That No One Wants To Be Unity My Life Started Noticing The World As I Seen Hurt People But The People In My City Don’t Care I Live In A Community of Endless Broken Dreams No One Really Cares About Education Anymore And You See A Few Going To School Or Trying To See New Things Where There Are Others Who Think It Is Cool To Have A Gun Or Whatever They Call A Tool To Me I Look At It As Nothing You're Nothing That Is What People Thought Of You And You Made It Happen When You Were Younger You Had Dreams But Now You're Happy With Being Nothing You Used To Think Going To College Was Cool Now You're Doing Nothing You Sit Around Not Even Thinking About School Being Nothing Studying Nothing Learning Nothing There Is Everything For Someone To Do In Life Many Opportunities Are Open You Could've Been A Kid Who Lost Their Life At A Young Age But You're Here On This Earth Today Still Doing Nothing Being Nothing Learning Nothing But To Be A Bum So You Need To Teach Yourself To Be Something You Need To Change Your Mind About Life As You See It You Need To Think About The Opportunities In The World Because You're Still Living Because You're Still Here Because You Still Have A Brain That Can Learn Because Deep Inside You Are Someone. ||

Madison Brooks Causey Middle School - 6th Grade - Ms. Parker Daniel and I were headed to a party last night when I saw a man walking down the street alone. He had nice features, but something was not right. I looked him up and down until I saw it. In his right jawline were four-inch stitches and a stitch that continued halfway around his neck. By the time I had turned around to tell Daniel, we were too far away to see. When we finally reached the party, I got out of the car, leaving the memory of the stitch-man behind. The party was wonderful. Daniel and I danced all night and ended up winning the “Dance Until You Drop” contest. But something still wasn’t right. I looked through the crowd nine times and finally gave up. I was being so silly, I shook off the feeling and turned back toward Daniel. Then I saw it, through the window was the stitch-man. The look of hatred on his face was enough to make a grown man cry like a baby. His gaze continued on straight to me, and then I recognized him. Through that window, was the face of my little brother. A face that would stay implanted in my mind forever. A face that I would see every time I closed my eyes until the day I die. That night I woke up at midnight to find the room dark and empty, as it should have been. As I started to drift off to sleep, I heard a noise. Not a BANG, but a simple thud downstairs. As I began to slip out of my bedroom door, I fell to the floor unconscious. When I finally woke up, I was in chains in a dark, wet place with cloths over my mouth and eyes. A deep, scratchy voice broke the lonely silence. The words were so incomprehensible that they sounded like a foreign language. “You ruined my life.” The mystery kidnapper said, “Now you will spend yours alone and scared like I have all these years.” “What have I ever done to deserve this?” I cried. “My whole life you cast me away and when I finally succeeded on my own I was hit by some hot-shot in a Model T Ford,” he ranted. “Then after I went to the hospital to get these stitches I found out my bank account had been completely emptied by your filthy, greedy husband.” “Daniel would never do such a horrible thing!” I argued. “Oh really?” He protested, “Because this withdrawal slip from the bank says otherwise.” “Who are you?” I begged. “All you need to know is that I’m your worst nightmare.” For three months, I sat behind the wet, dark barrier between me and my freedom. Losing more and more of my sanity and trust in my husband every day. Finally, the police came and rescued me from that horrible place. When I was finally allowed to leave the police station and go home, I pushed myself away from Daniel. Eight months later the police found the kidnapper dead in the middle of a field. The doctors believe he died of inconsolable grief, but I don’t believe he had enough heart to even become remotely sad. The police officers held a memorial for him and invited me. Daniel offered to come, but I told him I had to do this alone. Even though he kidnapped me for three months, I just wanted to see his face. As I walked to his coffin, I looked upon him to see the face of my little brother. A face that would be implanted in my mind forever. A face that I would see every time I closed my eyes until the day I die. || All Buildings Must Fall By: Ryker Clark-Shaw Magnet School I watched as the horrible human workers destroyed my grandfather. One hit was all it took. He was so old, I thought of all the things he’d taught me, and cried. As the workers cleaned up the mess I heard one of them talking, “Boss said to take down all the buildings in the area for his new mall. We’ll get the rest tomorrow. Little did I know what that meant. I went to sleep with troubling dreams about the workers. The next day they came back with their machine, and it was coming right at me! I started panicking, but I couldn’t move. I was a building. “NO, NO…please. Don’t do it! Plea……” Later that day…The workers cleaned up and headed home. As they walked to the truck they heard something that sounded like, “Help.” “It’s nothing,” they thought and drove away.
 * Jazz Age