Ode To Freedom

By Dannielle Antoine

Let’s have a toast to all the beautiful birds that flock together while the sun is setting. To the hitchhikers that walk the long paths to life. To the people that stay in hostels and the train hoppers that hop every train. To the hippies that live life fearless and the rebel kid that have all F’s on his report card. To the man that once lived in the wild and to the writers that were called crazy. To the Gypsies that stole happiness and to the druggies that sniffed imagination. To all the people I mentioned who won’t ever know my name. Please once again, Lets have a toast to freedom.

Sonnet

By Brion Francis


My best friend is nothing like your best friend

We have a special bond like no other 

We will be there for each other to the end

He is something like an older brother

I have seen many friendships in my past

But no such friendship can compare to ours

Many fail but our friendship is sure to last

Our conversation can last for hours

I love that he is so open and real

We have deep talks about life situations

Nothing can break us up not even a deal

We don't worry about speculations

Yet, by the power invested by me

We will be friends till we can't hear or see. 

My Weekend

By Ebony Fisher

My weekend was nice
My weekend was good
Spent it with my people in my grandmaw hood
We talked all day &
Partied all night
I freaking love my people with all my might
We had cake, we had food, and drinks that were cool
We had friends, we had family and people acting straight fools.
All the talking and laughing was good for my heart
I swear I needed that
My weekend was Good :)

"She Is"

By Theresa Canselo

She is young, black, beautiful and bold.

She is something of the unknown, a story never told.

She is in love with a guy who;s never even there,

He beats her, cheats on her and throws her everywhere.

She is made from a rib that lives inside of a man,

She is the fear inside of her that trembles through her hand.

She is the tears that fall at night, upon her loving cheeks,

She is the blood that gushes every time she gets beat.

She is a woman, not just a creature,

She is the woman who tries to hide all of her features.

She is the heart that pounds at the sight of his face,

She is the one who gets told to be strong and hold tight.

She is a woman, young, black, beautiful, and bold,

She is the voice behind this story that's just starting to unfold.

Septet

By Colby Antoine

Run away 

And never look back

For the imagination 

Of the young is nothing but wildness 

And the destruction of souls

Lies within their minds.

Let it go.

Interesting People

By Stanley Blackman

Children running, good

Older people talking, good

Life is really, good.

Shrimp Pasta

By Cayla Matthews

The smell of spices fills my nose

Hot boiling pot cooking on the stove

Peeling shrimps to marinate them in sauce

How slimy do they feel?

 

Cutting square shaped pasta the size of checkers

Spicy shrimps scattered, mixed in pasta

The zesty Alfredo sauce that's poured over it

How delicious?

 

  Mixing the ingredients in the pasta

Finished, let's eat together

Shrimp pasta is an amazing dish

The fresh taste of the ocean

I wish to have some pasta with fish