This Is America -Aryan Pershad
This is America,
Land of the free
They say liberty and justice for all
But threatens to build a wall.
This is America
Land of the free
They preach equality
But promote police brutality and my skin
Color dictates my “equal” opportunity.
This is America where hundreds or even thousands
Seek as a safe haven only to be separated, raped, trafficked, and killed
At the border yet they say everything is in order but as we look further we see;
This is America where our own president commits murder by choosing his
economy
growth over his front-line workers.
Inshallah, This is America In God we trust
Yet our Godly brothers are being blown to dust
This is America land of the brave
Where we send our men to put the innocent into the grave for the power and
riches we so crave.
This is America power drunk;
Dear great land, I’m sorry for what we’ve done.
In the darkened park, where shadows breed,
My power grows, a omnipotent seed,
Silent dogs, their voices hushed,
As my dominance in darkness brushed.
Limitless scope, my mind expands,
Cold and calculating in my hands,
Hardened resolve, like a god almighty,
In the night where I belong.
At 3am, a call did sound,
Echoing through the empty ground,
A red ball in the eerie hall,
I faced the uncanny, standing tall.
An uncanny smile upon my face,
As I beheld the strange embrace,
A number etched in crimson hue,
A cryptic sign, a message true.
Sincerely,
Gurpreet Singh
SGA Senator and ACE Scholar
Trespass
In life, I sometimes feel I trespass in circumstances beyond my control,
From one day to the next, I unexpectedly go from hot to cold.
I seek peace and tranquility but I get turmoil and disarray,
For once, I would love to find a sense of belonging not be left astray.
I struggle with my inner being and the fight does not end in success,
I want to stop running and find a place of continuous rest,
I trespass through life with no stable place to call home,
In my mind, is that a rolling stone and will always roam.
The sun shines on my face as I stand on corner waiting for the light to change,
Walking the streets to find someone to talk to that does not act strange,
I feel the wind blow and smell the freshness of water fills my mind,
I see the beginning of the boardwalk where I sit and think where can I find,
The place I did trespass years ago but to the good and bad to where it cause me to remind
myself of a love I thought was mine but instead of seeing the whole picture, I became blind,
to the fact that God was showing me that this person was not for me,
Now I am searching for meaning to person that I am determined to be.
Learning from my past and looking forward to future gives me something to believe in,
There is only one way to go which is up and been losing for years so now it is time to win.
I start to think of what I was taught as a young man and a here comes a smile on my face,
I slacked off and took my eyes off the ball to lose my lead and fell into last place.
This is my time to work to regain what I took for granted what left me wondering all these years,
Throughout my life, I would just sit in my room thinking while my eyes filled with tears.
Now, things seems clearer as I fulfill my purpose to learning and belonging after leaving class,
To this day, being a student at York College, I know in life to never feel I have to just trespass.
I hope this is well received,
Marcel Cole
The moment by Marcus P.
Sitting there dozing off
Teetering between a calm nap and the struggle of staying awake
Letting the tunes just wash over me
not sure what’s currently playing
ㅤ Sitting
Waitingㅤ
Sitting
Waiting
Sitting
Waiting
Sitting and waiting for my mother to return to the car
Felt like an ETERNITY
Parked on a corner
Knock
Knock
Knock
Blinded, the light in my eye, Blinded Rolling down the window, h-h-he-hea-hea-hea heart racing
Even reliving this moment right now im shaking
Sort of blurry MOMENT
Parents? Inside the house with my grandmother
I’m just waiting for my mother
Please step outside the car
Mother, Mother please come outside, what is taking so long, please come out.
In this MOMENT standing outside at night, legs shaking, waiting for them to finish, hoping these are the “good kind”………what if they plant something….. please just leave me alone…….i mean i go to school, i dont skip, i help my parents, im nice please just leave me alone
The MOMENT
They finally leave me alone, still shaking, still wondering why, on the verge of tears, mother WHAT, please tell me WHAT, WHAT is talking so long
THE MOMENT
Kyle fox
Search for serenity
Where is your solitude, where do you go to heal,
after the trials of life turn you up and bring you down to a kneel,
where do you go when your thoughts are heavy and your mind is unkind,
is it by a riverbank to skip rocks, get lost in a forest with your discouraged,
starve yourself until you look malnourished, or do you cry your eyes out until they swell skin, the spirit needs some form of rest, sleep is not only for our mind and flesh,
when you lay down to close your eyes the spirit is now waking in the resting universe,
there is a place where your wills will come to life,
all that you cry for will be in Infront of your eyes,
all that you despise will cease to exist and your enemies will demise,
this is peace, the ability to make the world as you want,
you decide the do’s and don’ts and get to be blunt, almost close to heaven but far from God,
God wouldn’t understand the urge to make the world as you want it,
he already has that power, he knows peace, and we know the concept of it to say the least,
or maybe you’re the type to go silent when you’re upset,
pain got your tongue and sadness got you strung,
they’re mauling you and solitude is calling you,
you need to be alone, to get your thoughts together,
behind locked doors, under the sheets in stormy weather,
everything needs to fit the mood of gloom,
lights are off and Frank Ocean sings I’ve been thinking about you,
you’re not hungry, and emotions are circulating in your tummy,
if this is you then we’re a pod of two because I do this too,
something is pleasing about appeasing your dismal moods,
the only thing that makes it hell is being mean to someone who cares about you,
lashing out when you don’t know what to do, don’t talk to me’s masking the I miss you’s,
I’m really curious about the things that we do, to keep our minds calm from life’s harm,
maybe I can adopt other ways besides solitude,
it’s a good tune don’t get me wrong, but these dancing feet can only dance for so long,
until the need for understanding lingers strong and you realize you’re dancing way beyond the end
of the song.
A Pretty Flower ✿ – Aniya Young
The flowers had bloomed
It was now spring
People’s fingers reached out to pluck at the beauties
Scanning them and picking out the prettiest ones
Pulling the pretty flowers out of the green grass from where they stood
A flower had been picked
So roughly out of the soil
The roots of the flower were damaged
This flower would never grow again
The picked flower felt free for a minute
away from the grass that held her down
Inside the boy’s hands, she felt safe
As he lifted her out from the dirty soil
Blissful unaware that she was picked for her looks
The boy would keep her for now
He would call her pretty
Look at her
Touch her
Put her in a vase by the window to show her off
But he never watered her
Never cared for her
Never talked to her
And she could slowly feel herself withering away
Without water
Without soil
Her stem couldn’t hold her upright
Her body sagged down
She couldn’t lift her head up
Her petals were now old dried and wrinkled not containing any color
He looked at her with disgust
She was ugly
Her petals which were once bright and colorful were dead
and he was the one to blame but instead, he sighed
Picking her up and throwing her out
He would find a new flower
A prettier one
And the process would happen all over again to a new girl
