YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
By Warson S.

You’re on your own
On the football field,
I’m at the fifty yard line.
Home end- zone is Positive
Away end- zone is Negative.
Offensive line is filled by my family,
Defensive line is filled by peer pressure,
The stadium is filled by judges, court systems, social workers,
And the sky box is filled by the law.

Everyone is waiting for the first play.
First play my mother hands it off to me,
And I run through the middle.
My mother is sacked and she is injured,
Medical says she’s out of the game.
Now I want to forfeit the game.
My teammates tell me to stay in
So that’s what I do.
A substitution for my mother is my aunt
But she can’t throw the ball as far as my mother,
So now I have to use the next best player to my advantage.
So I follow my father as I run to the thirty yard line,
Third play my aunt throws an interception,
And I stop the opposing team at the fifty.
Next play the opposing team fumbles the ball,
Now we are back at the fifty yard line.
My father says he want to quit
But his love for the game won’t let him,
So he blocks off the aggressive player,
And opens up a path for me to catch a touchdown.
But I went the other way and got tackled.
My father then starts to think that he is working harder than I am,
So he substitutes out of the game.
I thought to myself the game is on my shoulders now,
Or maybe it was since the first play…

TO BE CONTINUED

ME
By Keenan R.

My Positive Me…
Power with knowledge
Talent and associated beauty
Feeling and love.

But sometimes moody
Unique in such a way
You can’t make a clone
Imaginative and thoughtful
I stay in a zone.

My Weakness…
Motivation
Life is sometimes a drag
Impatience and frustration
Is what makes me mad.

My Belief…
Love conquers evil
Is what I believe
Using positive over weakness
Then success could be achieved.

PRAYER
By Juan M.

My name is Juan and I have red hair.
I have no family but I pretend that they are there.
I’ve been in a lot, it seems so rare.
I was just eleven years old,
I was still a baby with no mommy.
I just like to talk about my life,
Don’t feel sorry.
Seeing my Mom’s face in the casket is very scary.
But she is in a better place.
I’m handling this situation very strongly,
I have problems even though I’m lonely.
I don’t remember my Mom’s face,
Only her favorite food is broccoli.
When I was little I thought it was nasty.
I’m saying this out of courtesy,
Having no family is not funny.
I remember when my Mom hugged me,
And said do good for me honey.
Now I look back with a smile.
All I can do is pray.
I know my Moms is here in some way.
Don’t think I’m a liar,
It’s just the power of prayer.