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Hansel by Spencer Ayvas

When Hansel stumbled out of the woods, holding Gretel’s hand

Covered in the scent of burned hair

And with scratches on their faces,

Did the townsfolk celebrate for saving them from the witch?

Or for saving them the trouble?

Was resentment the last light that burned in his eyes

As the parents who abandoned him gained praise for the achievements they did not earn? Did he see the witch’s face

On the strange women

Who passed him in the night?

When the moon glowed

With the innocence he lost

To guide them, illuminated,

To the cottage decorated with arsenic flavored icing?

Did the memories poison the one place that was pure?

Did the fear, and the hate, and the fear, and the anguish, and the fear, and the fear, and the fear, and the fear

Force him to watch the love for his sister

Falter at the feet of the memories her empty heart caused to resurface

Could he see her face in his mirror?

He could see the witch in every shadow,

Behind every tree,

In every window,

Burning in every fire.

He could smell her bubbling skin,

Melting,

In every loaf of bread fresh from the oven.

He saw her evil in his mother's soul.

He heard her screams in his mother's voice

As the stones collected from the village roads

Came down on her

Flying rocks from flying hands of the friends who would kill out of fear.

He felt the same bolt of ecstacy run down his spine as he watched his mother die.

He burned her corpse to see the witch’s face again.

Different Layers by Mileidys Mosquera

I wear a mask around my family and show my true self only to people that would always understand me. Even those who I trust don’t know the real me. The real me.

Sometimes it feels like I live a huge lie.

They wouldn't understand even if they wanted to.

I lie about my emotions, the trust, my gains, my whole life. The smiles i give are fake even if i’m around a loved one. My tears are always hidden under a bright but fake smile. Hidden from the outside world, from anything that could harm or ruin the little that i have.

When someone asks if i’m “ok” i’m actually broken.

When i actually give the ones i love my real feelings they’re mostly crushed under everything they say.

They wouldn’t understand even if they tried to.

Even if i were to try and get myself out of the secluded world of my own, I’ll just hate the experience of life that is made to be outside instead of the life I chose for myself.

Although i have a horrible experience in living this way i try to make the best of it. Being happy with things that only make ME happy is the best.

Scratch Offs on Mother’s Day by Brittney Idehen

Every year on Mother's Day my grandmother would get all of her daughters presents usually something like a purse or flowers but the one thing my aunts and mom knew they were getting every year was a card from my grandfather with scratch off inside. I would always ask my mother if I could help her scratch hers because I thought that it was the coolest thing.

On one particular Mother's Day when I was about 9 years old I still thought scratch offs were really cool but by now I was older so I just sat quietly pouted and watched the adults have their fun. My grandfather put on his jacket and went out of the house, we all just figured that he was going to smoke because my grandmother didn't let him smoke indoors.

My grandfather came back and goes "Your birthday was in June right? I can't remember if I got you anything" then he put something on my lap that was covered in dollar signs and silver paint across the front, I was the most excited I have ever been and I've never been so thrilled in my life, I beamed happily and thanked him until I was out of breath, he had bought me two scratch offs. He gave me a coin and I tried to look all careless like the adults when they did this but I was too happy to hide it.

After I was done my grandfather asked "How much did you win?" I almost forgot that their was actually a prize that you were supposed to win but I couldn't care less about it. I didn't win anything but I didn't care, I was just happy I had them. He put his jacket back on and was back after a few minutes, he took out even more and my aunt thanked him for buying more but he replied "I didn't buy these for ya'll these are for little bit" little bit was my nickname, I was the only grandchild that my grandfather had a nickname for.

He bought me a few more and kept buying them until I won once and that made my day even more great. Happy people, loving atmosphere and the record player playing "I'll Always Love My Mama". My grandfather knew that he got me a gift for my birthday, he knew that I always wanted to do what the adults did and he knew how happy I was to get the tickets.

My grandfather was one of the coolest people I knew, he died when I was 13 years old, although since that day he's gotten me many more gifts and did many more things, I'll never forget how happy I was the day he bought me scratch offs on Mothers Day.

*Dreams & Ambitions* by Jarlyn Alvarez

I am often asked how and why I do the things that I do so carefully thought through. That's because everything in life has consequences, and i want every outcome to have a positive effect on my future. See, nothing drives my everyday life more than my ambition. My ambition drives everything in my life. My ambition towards owning the beautiful big two story, glass floor window, and breathtaking backyard house of my dreams is what drives my ambition. My dream is something I can idly pursue without taking any steps to achieve it, while my ambition is my desire to successfully reach my dream. This ambition nonetheless brings me to my final destination step by step. Final destination being the top where everything seems astonishing, where luxury is just part of an everyday life, where chandeliers will be sparkling, where diamonds will shine bright while making me stand out as well; where shoes and bags will flourish inside my walk-in closet. That is my dream followed by the ambition that may make many people envy the steps i'm taking into attaining that dream and making it become a reality. The ambition that keeps me in a positive field, the ambition that helps me look at the bright side of things because i know that it will be worth the stress in the end when i have my dream come true right in front of my eyes.

Phenomenal Me by Paula Ferreira

Here's to the girl who carries a lot on her plate on a daily basis.

Who manages school, softbal, academics, friends, family and other responsibilities.

Who has an overwhelming schedule that sometimes makes her feel like giving up.

Here's to me

For waking up at 6:30 in the morning everyday on the right side of the bed. 8 hours of school, 2 hours of softball practice, games, tutoring, chores, homework, etc.

Too tired for school is not tolerated.

Having my head on the game, always being on my feet, bringing my A game to the table in anything is what makes me one of a kind.

DETERMINATION ! I will succeed.

Here's to me, phenomenal me !

For getting through the day with my head held up high even if I feel like a ton of bricks weighing me down, for coping with all of that and STILL have time for loved ones and myself.

Wow phenomenal me ! So young strong and optimistic.

One day the hard work will pay off.

Here's to me.

Masks by Tammy Fong

How different can one be before they are outcast?

Walking around, being yourself

It's something that barely exists anymore

Resistance is futile, you will be judged no matter what you do

It is the reason why masks exist

The mask that I wear

It protects me from this cruel world

With a mask

You won’t know

My anger

My fears

My pain

With a mask

I show you what I want you to see

The composure

The neutrality

The emptiness

Perhaps my mask and my face are the same

I have worn it for so long

It has become a part of who I am

Inanimate Objects Deserve Apologies Too by Kianni Bradshaw

Dear Barbie castle,

I loved you I think, you are the only toy I can remember, so you must have been important to me right? Your outside walls were a soft pink and your conical spires lavender. I played with you everyday. You even convinced me that one day I would grow up to live in a castle, but I found out that mentally unstable - people don't usually live in castles. I'd like to take this time to apologize to you for deciding to be a dog and marking my territory on you. I do not recall what my mental state was at the time, maybe the same state it is in now. A five year old shouldn't pee on their favorite toy and a sixteen year old shouldn't stick a thermometer in a gas valve. Now you're in the trash because you smell bad and I hope that you can find it in your kitchen (kitchen is the heart of the home) to forgive me.

Indecisive Phenomenal Me By Neftalin Rodriguez

Swimming in a sea of confusion Not knowing where to go So many obstacles around me So many opertunities So many chances Where do I go first I do have wants I do have needs But I'm stuck in between Not knowing what to do Or how to get to where I want to be With my open mind set And my out going personality I will figure it out I will find something to fulfill me

Goldfish by Natalie Candelario Herrera

Golden frames rounded edges underneath,the presence of all colors Too bad they're only goldfish! up against a wall up against a bowl glass there to be scrutinized Don't shout, you'll scare them ! Don't break what keeps them together ! Too bad they're only goldfish! round and round they go asking for nothing more than to be heard asking for nothing more than to be seen Too bad they're only goldfish! gazed at, glanced at subjective, not for all gills reflective of your gall reflective of your ignorance iridescent always overlooked Too bad they're only goldfish ! nothing more than short- lived fixes insignificant yet beautiful Too bad they're only goldfish !

3 Step Rule by Tenia Poole

"SMACK!" "ouch" "THUD" "ouch" Everyday it was the same thing

"B****" "Stupid!" "You're dumb!" Everyday it was the same thing

I got home after school and told my mom about today's beating Abruptly my mother asked me, "Did you tell her to stop?"

I timidly answered, "Yes..but she didn't stop.”

Then I went to tell Ms.Kendall and Ms.Brown but they didn't really do anything. By then she had stopped bothering me so I didn't get to hit her back.

The next day my mother reminded me of what to do

Step 1: Tell her to STOP! Step 2: If she doesn't stop then tell the teacher And Step3: If the teacher doesn't do anything hit her back twice as hard

It was same as the days prior to that one

I got tired of her hitting me I was tired of her I did everything my mother told me me

"DOOF!" And that was the sound of success

The Great Chair by Anyela Coronado

When some people saw the miraculous chair that was always placed in the corner of my room it was just that, a chair. It was the chair that was given out at my first birthday, the chair that had been there since May 18th of the year 2000, it was a souvenir from that party and that was how most people saw it.

But for me that chair wasn't just a souvenir, it was my memories, my life. I never sat in the chair because of my fear of something happening to the “great chair” like my mom would call it. The chair wasn't really special to anyone other than me, it looked no different from the other chairs that were given out the day of my birthday but to me it wasn't the chair itself that was special it was the memories that this chair brought to me when I looked at it . It was the only thing I could look at and remind me of my childhood.

And though it filled me with sadness leaving it back in Colombia when we moved to NYC, I was certain that the chair wouldn't be damaged because I left my most trusted cousin in charge of taking care of it.

That's why I felt such joy when I went back to Colombia and my chair was still as I left it ,because despite the years that had past, this chair had now survived 14 years and with it survived all of the memories of the countless sleepovers, fights, play dates and stories that this, the great chair was involved in.

In my view this chair was my life, it held all of my secrets my memories and by looking at it I could remember my 6 years old self nervous to go to my first day of school and refusing to get out of my room because I was going to be the new kid all over again and wasn't going to have any friends, I remember looking at the chair and missing those friends I’d left behind in my other schools.

But later on this chair also reminded me of the friends I did make on my first day of school, the friends that became like brothers and sister, that were there waiting for me to open my birthday present from my dad that I would get shipped from NYC every year and how the memories of them hugging me tightly when grandfather had died and I spent long amounts of time crying in my room, while looking at my chair that also reminded of those memories I had with my grandpa.

And there I was 14 years later and all of these memories were floating back because at that moment, in the middle of the vacation that I had taken to go back to Colombia the one person I trusted the most had broken my spirit.

As soon as she started fooling around and laughing with the chair in hand I knew something bad was coming and as soon as she jokingly sat down in the fragile chair she destroyed it along with my memories. I remember being so mad at her for months to the point that when I came back to New York I was still mad, I was mad at the trust I have my cousin and even though what everyone else seem to think was just the breaking a chair for me it was my memories , my trust for my cousin, the good and bad moment in my life and my whole existence in this world seem to just have been forgotten, my childhood seem to have been forgotten along with the breaking of the chair..

Untitled by Akacia Thomas

The thing I love about myself is that I'm super helpful. The thing that I hate about myself is that I'm super helpful.

I get taken advantage of because I've always been that friend to come to for advice and to be that shoulder to lean on...

But sometimes when I give advice, my friends don't listen..

And then when they need help again of course I'm there to help ...

Why do I allow this ? I have a friend, let's call her User lol She comes to me when she needs her hair done.. when she has boy problems.. when she has family issues and all And I love helping her I really do! But is that all I'm good for? Help?

It doesn't even matter because no matter what I'm definitely going to help her in her time of need... Because that's just who I am

I guess I have to learn to balance it.. being helpful without being used

Because being helpful is a great quality to possess.

My Inside and My Inside by Chastity G.

My inside is hidden but will soon break free Like a bird hatching from its shell; restraints lifting from me My inside self is brave, fierce and doesn't care about opinions My outside self is quiet, nice to everyone and doesn't try hard to fit in But yet I do... My inside self is aspirational with big hopes and dreams My outside self shows hard work and my determination reflects off me My inside self wants to tell everyone how I feel What I like and what I don't, to be genuine and completely real But yet I don't... On the outside I hide my dislike behind phony laughs and smiles Yet on the inside I'm rolling my eyes and saying what's really on my mind And I also happen to be rude, down to earth and slightly bitchy Even when I don't try to be But I am... And despite all these things I still happen to be me All of these things combined is just what I happen to be And once my inside self breaks free People will see the real, phenomenal me...

Humanity by Kadeem Lamorell

I sit in my room Tears stream down my face Like a flooding river on a rainy day Face sodden and downtrodden spirit Hair disheveled and body hunched over

Laying against the bed frame My stomach beating like a drum Foot tapping to a disastrous beat Rocking back and forth Wishing to not feel, to not know

And yet, the rain stops I wash my face Coif my hair neatly The sunlight hits my window Calm ensues my presence

The sun rises again The light glowing upon me Basking in the beauty Harmony reveals itself again Life joyful again

Walking out the house I remember The pain only strengthens Reinforcing the power within me The turmoil doesn't last long Only to remind me of my humanity

Obviously, You Are Gone From Me By Justine Cooper

Death brings sadness Obviously Funerals bring family Obviously The body in the casket brings tears Obviously

But obviously these things happen And there is nothing we can do to stop them We think of death as inevitable But sudden death is different!

Not at 51 years old That’s too young Not when your daughter is still in college Not when your mother is still alive Not when your sister, your poor, quiet sister doesn't know what she will do without her best friend Not when Carolyn and Justine-Bustine come to visit you, days before your death And you are unresponsive to them

Your eyes yellow Your face dark The cancer transformed you And took you away within three weeks

Your death brought sadness Your funeral brought family Your body in the casket brought tears

All I wanted was for you to call me Justine-Bustine one more time That’s all I wanted

And obviously, nothing is the same without you

My Childhood Possession by Derek Ronda

My childhood possession was the necklace that my grandmother gave me when I was a young baby. This necklace is my most valuable possession because I have been wearing this necklace my whole life. Growing up, I’ve had the same necklace on because it holds a priceless value that nothing can replace and I have had some of my best memories wearing it. I would never take it off, unless if I have to put it away for gym class or to play sports so it would not get ruined. But besides that I would always have it on at all times of the day, even when I go to sleep. Whenever I take my necklace off or have it off, I feel different. That doesn’t feel good because I feel that I did not have my grandmother’s love. I feel like if I don’t have it on, the necklace would lose it’s meaning. I was so obsessed with that necklace to the point where I would go crazy and look for it all day if I have to do that. As I got older, I realized that the only way not to lose my necklace is by keeping it in a safe box and leaving it in a safe spot in my room. The reason why my necklace is my childhood possession is because I have grown up with that necklace my whole life, I always had it on all the time when I was a child, and it reveals a true meaning to me personally. I would cherish my childhood possession for the rest of my life.

Phenomenal Me by Abby Perez

I'm a walking thing filled with secrets Though most never suspect Sometimes I slip up But who can blame me when I overflow and need to release Though I try my hardest not to let the important secrets be known I start to embrace and cherish things others see in me that I don't see in myself It was hard at first but I broke loose from the trance that kept me hostage in my own flesh and I finally overcame the obstacles in my path... I was free, Free to be phenomenal me

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