12/21/16

Creative Writing  

Craiara D

Fall

You know what it feels like

To fall

And what it feels like

To be picked up

And make through it all

I am young black female

I know no such “pick up”

Im left in the dirt

In the tears of my hurt

Im left on a ground

Crawlin in the tears of hurt

From my years

Im crying out for help

But the only help I get

Is criticism  

Instead of helping me

You kick me

Hit me

Making me go deeper

Into this dark place

You mock me

You kick me down

As if you like seeing me frown

As a black young woman

I’ll never get picked up

I’ll stay on the ground

And not make a sound

I am

By Rayauna Martin-Milton

I am creative and optimistic

I wonder what I will be in 10 years

I hear the angels song cry

I see the light of the moon

I want to be remembered

I am creative and optimistic

I pretend I’m a famous author

I feel a soft cloud brush across my face

I touch the soft sky

I worry about not achieving my goals

I cry about my fears

I am creative and optimistic

I understand I have to work for what I want

I say not everyone has your best interest at heart

I dream about becoming successful and a provider

I try to keep myself in check

I hope I will be able to get myself together

I am creative and optimistic

I Am Poem/ Shape Poem

I am different and lazy
I wonder why schools seem weak

I hear a Griffin's screech

I see Heaven

I want to live without stress

    I am different and lazy

     I pretend I’m an MLG

      I feel the stroke of the angel’s hand

       I touch the mane of the lion

        I worry about my country

         I cry for my late Grandmother

          I am different and lazy

           I understand the struggle of others

            I say trust me

             I dream for peace

              I try to forget the past

               I hope for a bright future

                I am different and lazy

    Foods

By Linh Hong

Sweet, Salty, Bitter

All my delicious flavors

Smell, taste and hot

 Being in the forest

By Ariadne Velazquez

  The leaves are messy.

      It rains all night long drip drop.

I hate the forest

Nyna's Haiku

Art of Nature

The Art of Nature

Gives you the feel of comfort

Peace love and closure

-Nyna Hicks

Elijah's Haiku

Snow Days

By:Elijah

Snow falls from above

Walking home without any gloves

Cold hands, numb fingers

~END~

Sterlyn's Haiku

Sterlyn the greatest

Confident and determined

I´m Always focused

Ariel Haiku

I BALL LIKE A GOON

I CAN DUNK ON YOUR PLAYA

I SHOOT THREES LIKE KLAY

Colors

Red, pink, purple, Green,

I see colors everywhere

Vibrant, Bright colors

~ Keilin Wright

Boston

The city is cold

The heart is cold like the city

The city is cold

C.D

Melvin's Haiku

This is a Haiku

Don't really know what to say

Have a basic day

The Point of Lying By: Johnson Truong

Haiku Statement - Johnson Truong

11/14/16

The Point of Lying

Have you lied before?

What is the point of lying?

It’ll only hurt more.

-Johnson Truong

Antarctica By: Ariel Velazquez

Antarctica

By: Ariel Velazquez

Life in Antarctica is lowkey fire. I live in an igloo. The convenient thing about living in an igloo is you don’t have to pay rent. Mine is the largest igloo ever made. It’s 12 stories high. It has a lot of room and things that i use when i’m bored. I made the igloo myself. It took 2 year to make. Everyday I be cooling with the penguins and whales and seals. We play Call of Duty and watch sports. It’s funny when we play Call of Duty because I make everyone who plays against me rage. They be breaking their remotes and systems and quitting the game. We also play basketball.

We play 5 on 5 and people watch me splash 3s as the sweat drips down my face. Sometimes I cool it with the polar bears and talk about life. When I’m bored i drive around Antarctica with all my peeps. When we crusing we be blasting Lil Herb and L.A. Capone. The speaker in my foreign be blasting really loud so everyone can bump to Herb and L.A. But sometimes I go visit my family at boston. Living Antarctica without your family makes you a little home sick. They didn’t think I should live in Antarctica but they were still supportive. Now they sometimes come and sleep over for a few days. A lot of people say you can’t live in Antarctica because it’s freezing there but all you need is a coat and gloves. I think a lot more people should live in Antarctica. So far only a couple are living in Antarctica including Lil Herb.

But there is an issue, The ice is melting way too fast. It’s not supposed to be melting this fast. Me and Herb were talking about it and thought about why it is melting so fast. We both remembered about Seal. Seal is a villain who loves fire. We had to stop Seal from burning Antarctica a couple of times. We decided to go to Seal’s lair to see if he’s behind this.

We enter ready for anything. We see Seal with a machine. The machine was letting out hot smoke into the air. We told Seal, “Turn that machine off, or face the consequences!”. He didn’t wanna listen so we had to bang it out. Herb was whipping him while I was turning the machine off. I had to hack the system of the machine. After a little while I turned it off. We put Seal in a big tank so he can live life as a but not try something like he did. We took everything in his lair and bought it to my crib. It was pretty late so we decided to go and turn up. When I got home I was exhausted and went to sleep thinking about how Seal took a massive L.

La Bamba

BY SHAMARI GUERRANT

10 years later, Manuel Gomez is now a sophomore in college, majoring in music. Known on the internet for making singing and dancing videos for entertainment. Thanks to a recruiter who was at the talent show looking for a young singing artist, dancer or actress or at least someone someone who can fit those positions when Manuel was in 5th grade. The recruiter said that Manuel would be sustained for those positions once he examined Manuel’s amazing performance and realized how good he got  into character while singing “La Bamba”. Once Manuel leaves college, Nikolas, the recording artist that noticed Manuel is willing to sign him immediately and move him and his family to L.A.

Manuel attends the Berklee college of music which is located in Boston,MA. Since the record deal is waiting for him to finish college they were willing to pay for his family to come and stay with him around campus. Manuel is so in a haste to finish college and become famous that he’s forgetting that he has his own life problems aside from music. His mother’s sick, his dad’s busy working to pay for what the family needs and  his younger siblings aren’t doing good in school. Manuel becoming famous can and will benefit his family complications but what time would they get to spend with him?

It seems like the only thing that the music record cares for is making money and getting other benefits out of him. They don’t care about how he’s feeling or what’s going on besides the music and money. It’s either he makes good music, gets them money or he doesn’t. With or without him they’re always going to make money he was just going to make more money having Manuel Gomez, one of the first hispanics to become a singing artist and not singing hispanic music.

Manuel conceivably might be on thin ice in college. He’s doing good in his music class of course, I mean the music teachers love him but in the academic classes. He’s way behind either not coming to class, sleeping when he’s actually there or just not passing in assignments that are a major fraction of his grade.

There’s barely any time to spend with his family. Being in the music industry will result in him not being there for his mother’s last few breaths.

He loves his family but music is a big part of his life to and without it he won’t be able to help them financially and he’s already decided that he’d be in the music industry regardless of what anyone says because that’s his dream but one day reality hit him.

Manuel went to visit his family at the house that Nikolas, the music recorder rented for them. He walked in, saw his family at the dinner table, laughing, talking and enjoying dinner but once his little brother seen him he grew silence and stared at Manuel as he walked closer and closer to the table. Once his father turned around and seen that Manuel was finally in the house he began yelling, stood up and started to push him back out the house “NO GET OUT!” he repeated himself until he finally pushed Manuel completely out the house. Once Manuel was back on the porch his father yelled and said “SHOULDN’T YOU BE WRITING MUSIC SOMEWHERE? DON’T COME BACK TO THIS HOUSE UNTIL YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE AND CHERISH YOUR FAMILY!” Moments after that Manuel was back on campus inside of his dorm, laying down with his pillow over his face. Manuel’s roommate, Jim walked in asking what was wrong with him, why he had missed class and why he’s been slacking on his school work. Manuel had explained what had happened when he went to go see his family earlier that day and what his father had said to him. Jim explained to Manuel that no matter how much money he’s being offered, family always comes first. If you’re going to get money then do it the right way and even if music is what he really wants to do that he has to compromise with his family.

Manuel took Jim’s advice but it took Manuel a whole month to decide what he was going to do to compromise with music and his family. Manuel told the music record that if his family couldn’t come to rehearse with him then he wouldn’t be able to work for them anymore because that’ll result in family issues and they came first. Manuel went to his family’s house once again and had explained how things were going to be because he had worked with the record dealer so that’ll be able to spend time on both music and family at the same time. His family was so excited to hear that, even his father. He gave him a big hug and welcomed him back to the family, telling him how proud he was to have a son like him.

2 years later, Manuel had graduated college started his own record label called “Gomez” which is now the label that supports the biggest names in the singing/rap industry like Beyonce, Drake, Bryson Tiller and many more. As for his family? They’re doing better than ever. His mother is now healthy, his dad doesn’t have to work as much and his siblings are doing very well in school thinks to Manuel for paying for tutors.

Baseball

By Robert Anglin

First Base Here I Go

Second Base I’m On My Way

Third Base I’ll Be Safe

New Beginnings

By: Sterlyn Lugay

It was 5:30 in the morning and the sidewalks were starting to get crowded with people. Men with business suits and heavy briefcases passed by me as if I were invisible. Some had angry faces, some seemed far away, and some seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Maybe they were just in a rush and needed to get to work. I looked into my old busted up Dunkin Donuts cup to see how much was in it. I counted at least ten dollars. It would be enough to get breakfast and a new notebook.

I took my belongings and went around the corner to the Walgreens.

This was gonna be the third one I filled out in two weeks. I go to the supply area and looked for the usual, a black composition notebook and number 2 pencils.

After I purchased my things I had went back to where I kept my stuff. I sat down and took the items out the little plastic bag. I didn’t waste anytime, I got right to work. I write lyrics for beats and melodies I make up in my head. It takes awhile to get words flowing, but it would eventually come to me. I put in 20 minutes a day writing music and no one's around to hear it.  After I spent time writing, I go over the songs and little pieces I've written so I could remember them. A man comes by and notices my cup and drops a twenty into it, but he doesn’t keep walking like other people, he stops.

He asked me what my name was and what was I writing. I told him it was Shawn and I was writing poetry just to write not for no special purpose. He quickly takes up one of my notebooks without my permission. I quickly grabbed the notebook and looked sternly at him. I told him not to look at anything in it but he still continued to flip through and read.

He looked shocked when he was skimming through the pages as if he had not seen writing like this before.

He closed my notebook, pulled out a card with his name on it and gave it to me. It had a whole bunch of information on it. A car pulled up and he got in it quickly, but before the car pulled off he rolled down the window. He told me to give the number on the card a call in when I was ready and drove off.

I didn't even know that the man had took the notebook with my best writing in it.

The Garbage Man
By: Linh Hong

You can always tell when somebody's laughing behind your back. Georgina hadn't really heard anything, maybe a whisper, but when she turned around, the girls in the back row of the class were looking at her, trying to hide smiles and giggles. She looked back at her teacher. Mr.Small was teaching. He wanted to find out what his students wanted to be when they grow up. He called Billy first.

"My mom works in a company," Billy said. "I guess I want to work in a company too."

Georgina liked it when Mr. Small asked them questions like this. He was about to call on Georgina when the girls in the back row started laughing.

Sharal yelled, "Georgina’s Daddy is a Garbageman! She must want to be a Garbagewoman too, right?”

Everybody in the class laughed out loud. Everybody except Georgina. She felt her face turn bright red. She looked around the whole classroom. Everyone was laughing. Georgina looked at Mr. Small. He was angry. He almost never raised his voice, but now he did.

"Silence! I want everybody to be quiet right now." The laughter stopped immediately. The sound of cars and people going by out on the street came through the windows. Mr Small said. "Being a Sanitation Engineer, is a difficult and enormously useful job. We should all be thankful to Mr. White. Where would we be without him? Up to our ears in garbage, huh? Would you like that?"

" Haha!" somebody laughed. A few kids started laughing again.

"It's not funny," Mr. Small went on. "Garbage is a serious matter. I think you all owe Georgina an apology.”

Everyone said "Sorry, Georgina" but she could tell they didn't really mean it. Her face was burning red and she felt like crying. Mr.Small walked to her desk and patted her shoulder.

Georgina’s father came to walk her home from school as usual. She didn't run up to him the way she always did. When they were up in their apartment, Georgina went to her little room and cried for a good long time. Her father must've heard her.

He came into her room. "What happened, Georgina? Why are you so sad?"

         She was scared she was going to hurt her father's feelings. Her father sat on the bed, put his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. You can tell me. But you don't have to tell me your secrets.

She said: "It's not a secret. The other kids laughed at me because you're a Garbageman. They said your job was dirty and you smelled bad.”  

Georgina looked at her father. He didn't seem angry, hurt or sad. His big white teeth gleamed under his walrus mustache . "Well then," he said. "I guess those kids just don't know how much fun it is to be a garbageman."

  Georgina sniffed. "You smell good, like laundry soap."

  "Your friends at school were right, though. Being a garbageman is a dirty job. Garbage is…filthy. Every day I see stuff so disgusting it'd make your head spin. And man, does it ever stink! But then me and the guys I work with come along, grab the slimy, stinking garbage and throw it in the truck. The truck's a big green monster who growls and gulps nasty garbage. Then everything's nice and clean. And when I get home, I take a long hot shower so I'm clean as the day I was born.

Georgina’s mother yelled dinner was ready.

"Georgina, go to bed extra-early tonight and tomorrow you'll come to work with me. I want you to see what your garbageman daddy does."

  The next morning, Georgina pulled on jeans and a red shirt and was ready to go.

"We'll get breakfast on the way to work," her father said.

The garbage trucks depot wasn't far away. The place really didn't smell too good. Georgina wrinkled her nose.

  Everybody was yelling and the truck engines were loud, but they seemed to be having a good time. Garbagemen came over to say hello to Georgina and her father.

  Georgina's father handed her a thick pair of gloves.

         "We're going to ride in back today. The thing to remember is…hold on tight.”

She said, "Okay". She held on so tight she almost didn't notice the smell of sour, rotten oranges, lemons, banana peels and coffee grounds coming from the back of the garbage truck. Georgina's Dad was strong. He picked up garbage bags that looked like they weighed 500 pounds and tossed them into the garbage truck like nothing. Picking up garbage and throwing it in the truck was fun, but also hard work. Her arms got tired. Her Daddy yelled, "Time for lunch!"

"Wash your hands very carefully, Georgina," her Daddy said.

She had a cheeseburger and a vanilla milkshake for lunch.

"Time to hit the dump!" Georgina's dad yelled.

  The garbage dump was huge. You could smell it from a mile away.  Seagulls flew all over the dump. They screamed, caw and fought, in the air and on the ground. They found stuff to eat at the garbage dump. When the truck was empty and Georgina was tired but happy.

"Now comes the best part of the job. While almost everyone else is still working, I get to go home, clean myself up then I get to come pick you up at school every day . That's why I like being a garbageman so much." Whenever someone asks Georgina what her dad’s job, she proudly says, "He's a Garbageman. Everybody makes garbage and my dad takes it all away so everything will be clean again."