By Alessandria Adkison
Allie you’re a
Chosen child you’re mine but
Not by birth
But just the same
We feel good knowing
We have each
Other to cherish
And to hold
You’re also a priceless
Maddie you are
Also a chosen child
You’re also mine
But not by birth
But to have you
Is a blessing that
I thank god
By Fiona Rose
Born of gold from the sun was her hair
beautiful as the pink roses her skin was fair
Eyes brighter than the moon, and bluer than the bluest ocean afar
her eyes held such beauty like that of a star
lips a dark scarlet like that of a rose spoke words of devotion to the lover she chose
born of angels tears and God’s grace
she was born an angelic pure beauty dressed
in fine linen and lace
Everyone’s version of success is different. What do you want?
Where do you see yourself?
Do you let the opinion of others affect you?
At the end of the day?
Are they the ones making your dreams come true?
The way you face things is up to you?
Will you leave this world feeling accomplished or blue?
Visit me in my dreams
Or let me know you’re here
Show me something, anything
Let me know you care
Visit me sometime
Seattle the city I call home
Seattle oh Seattle is the place in which I roam
I walk down the street yelling ftp
Hoping that the pigs will hear my screams
Up and down the avenue
Doing the all the stupid things we do
Smoking and joking about how we’re shortening our lives
Hoping and groping at the air for a chance to rise
You can’t catch us you can’t match us
Even if we’re far behind
You can’t beat us won’t defeat us
Even though we’ve lost our minds
Language is not something you can control or something that is supposed to be pronounced a certain way. There is no proper language, no special way to say things, it’s a way of expression, it’s the voice of the people that have something to say. There is no better way to say things than straight from the mind and heart right at the very second you’re thinking it or saying it, it’s fresh it’s raw it’s real.
Language is culture, language is freedom, language is passion and language was spoken from the most powerful people in history to this day. Language is a new generation, new art, new culture. We as the generation of modern society speak slang because it is fun and it is the language that we have created and followed because we feel like no one listens to us, no one cares. We feel neglected and left out, we feel powerless, that we don’t have a voice. So we talk the way we do because those who understand what we say can hear what we have to say, so we feel we have a special place in society.
Instead of trying to teach us this Proper English, about how we need talk right, try and understand our language, you just might learn something. This is our generation, our story, our language, listen to what we say, understand our voice, cause it’s our voice, that will write history. It’s our voice and when we speak you should shut up and listen, cause if you don’t, you will miss out and you will lose all you care about.
Taking away today’s voice of the new generation has increased suicide, depression, and homelessness, if you want to help, start by listening. This is our time, our language, our voice. This, is the new Freedom Of Speech.
by Amanda Panda
The power of love
Cannot be sourced
But it can mend breaks
If it is not forced
As strong as the moon
Pulling the ocean’s tide
As swift & lightweight
As a runners stride
And beautiful, like a
Fresh bloomed rose
The power of love
It is fragile and kind
Yet solid and mean
The power of love
Is a beautiful thing