Friday, April 16, 2010 By Maddie Budny Untitled I sit by my window clear. Feel the breeze of a storm come near. Close my eyes and fade away Dreaming of a brighter day. Little things that could rip apart I store away inside my heart. Locked in tigh full story	Friday, April 16, 2010 By Pf'Anique Hill Slave Ship On this boat were packed in tight like sardines in a can The air is thick like fog sitting in at night We slaves can hardly breathe And from this condition there is no relieve because to them were jus full story
Friday, April 16, 2010 By Briona Conway "Hair" Your hair may flow in the wind Or it may be a cool breeze on your bald head It may be as wavy as the ocean Or straight as a arrow You can rock the curls Or wear it all natural No matter its texture wh full story	Friday, April 16, 2010 By Tierra McCoy My forgotten world Heads in the air so high, staring straight up to the sky, playing the steady blues. As I sit in my seat, closing my eyes and listening to the beat, I soon start to snooze. Flying on a note, I stay afl full story
Friday, April 16, 2010 By Olivia Cross My Black is Beautiful My Black is Beautiful… But to you I’m invisible because you’re oblivious to what defines true beauty. I’m not you’re blonde haired, blue eyed, perfect model size type of girl. I refuse to be bound by full story	Friday, April 16, 2010 By Kalilah Ezell-Doyle All eyes are on me I love bein’ in the light! All eyes are on me, And not the patch of flour on my face. All eyes are on me, And not my legs and hips when I walk at a fast pace. Those men stare, But I don’t have time. I full story
Friday, April 16, 2010 By Shaboris Mays Untitled What is this feeling that everyone feels? Is it real or is it fake? Do you decide when it comes and when it goes away? Why does it cause so make confusion, misunderstanding, heartache and makes things full story	Friday, April 16, 2010 By KaTrina Murphy Stanzas on Freedom The world says:   “Dog eat dog,” Canabalistic competition Cripples the nation Chained to the ground like a domesticated animal   “Eye for an eye,” Ruthless revenge Everybody gets hurt Blind to the pea full story
Friday, April 16, 2010 By Quinyatta Mitchell [ArticleImageHyperLink] Slam team shares poetry and gets voice heard Words expressing heart felt emotion and intriguing personal experiences creatively flow out of the mouths the Poetiic ProdiGeez. full story	Friday, April 16, 2010 By Linh Duong [ArticleImageHyperLink] Poetry: When it was called 'storytelling' -- Literary art, orginated in early civilizations, has taken on a brand new meaning Literary art, originated in early civilizations, has taken on a brand new meaning full story