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"A collection
of cartoons, student poems, fiction,
and other inventive notions"
What Has The World Gone To
By Bernice Meristil, 11th grade, February 29, 2008
Violence, Tears, Death, and Love
I began to understand what they were
The economy is down
The world still turns round
Twenty Reasons to Love Being An African-American Woman
By Jerrica Long, 11th grade, February 11, 2008
This is a poem for all those who don't love or understand their ethnicity.
- Because I like me
- Because I have a year-round tan of golden brown
- Because I represent a race of people who strive for freedom
The
original days
By
Kalah McCutchen, 11th grade, September 20, 2005
Yesterday I could see nothing,
But blackened skies
Where there lurked no hope
And love had died;
Where people would run,
Far from their lives—
Living in a world
Consumed with lies.
We Love You
By Kalah McCutchen, 10th grade, March 30, 2005
Lay down your head and rest it here.
Close your blue eyes, and say your prayers.
Today was your last, one final breath to shed.
Room nice and dark, just the way you like.
You’re covered in silk, not to feel loss or strife.
He was the one to see you leave life.
You had high hopes of being his wife.
The
Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano
a book review
By Kashae Foster, 11th grade, August
24, 2004
Slave
narratives such as The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah
Equiano by Olaudah Equiano should be mandatory reading because they
are one of the least referenced forms of literature. In school,
students are taught of the history of America. Often the stories
of the slaves who worked the land are omitted. Olaudah’s story is
a true account that shows the cruelty and severity of the slave
trade. Because Equiano’s autobiography is well-written and description,
readers feel as though they are experiencing the ordeal themselves.
It is time these stories are told and shared.
I
Am The Flag
By Courtney Rumala, 9th grade, May 20, 2004
I am the flag of the United States of America: My name is “Old
Glory.” I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings. I
stand watch in America’s halls of justice. I fly majestically
over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world— Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom.
I am confident.I am arrogant. I am proud.
The
Count of Monte Cristo
By
Courtney Rumala, 10th grade,
March
30, 2004
The Count of Monte Cristo is a novel
by Alexandre Dumas. This novel serves as a framework for the movie
The Count of Monte Cristo, directed by Kevin Reynolds. In both the
novel and the movie, Edmond Dantes is the main character. At the
young age of nineteen, he is about to become the captain of a ship
named the Pharaon. To make his life even better, he is engaged to
a beautiful young girl named Mercedes. Obviously, this guy’s
life couldn’t get any better, and jealous men, including his
best friend Fernand, work against him, framing him for a crime he
didn’t commit (assisting Napoleon to escape his exile).
The
Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
a book review
By Courtney Rumala, 8th grade,
February
11, 2004
The Narrative
of the Life of Frederick Douglass is a timeless classic about the
cruel chains of slavery and the burning eagerness to escape to freedom.
This descriptive book takes you on a journey, from the time Frederick
is a little slave boy playing in the fields to his adulthood as
a slave working at the hands of cruel, stonehearted masters. In
addition, Frederick becomes a famous orator, U.S. minister to Haiti
and one of the most articulate figures in African-American literature
and history. This book also tells of two things slave masters feared
and despised most: the knowledge of how to read and write. As his
desire for knowledge grew, so did his desire to be free.
"My
Own Prison"
by Brandy Wojo,
January 31, 2004
Author’s
note: I wrote “My Own Prison” so people can understand
what it is like to live the way that I do. I wanted to express my
raw emotions and put myself out there so people can see inside my
soul. I was born with some disease the doctors still haven’t
been able to diagnose. I am not able to walk, but I am able to think
for myself. I am not able to talk, but I am able to use my writing
as my voice.
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