Why Tacos Are Better Than Pizza

Before I begin, I want to say something demanding of your attention. This blog post may come as a shock to you, but please tolerate such a sensitive topic. Every once in awhile a journalist has to take a step across the line, and this is that moment in my career. I have, in fact, just crossed the line.

Inspired by Maleigh’s journey through the controversial shadows of our world, I have decided to discuss controversial material of my own. So I traveled the world, digging deep into different cultures and jotting down information about what makes people tick. And after a heap of years I spent wandering, I found it; I found the line.

At first, the line terrified me. What would the public think? What would the critics say? Paparazzi chased me around with their blinding cameras, so I retreated into isolation along with my concerning revelation. But as the years steadily fell from my fingers, my strength grew. Now I could handle the public, the critics. I could finally cross the line.

So I decided to make my comeback with the most controversial topic of all time: why tacos are better than pizza. The years I spent scrounging for evidence had prepared me for this moment, and my confidence burned brightly as I strung each weighted word onto their particular paragraph. To experience the horror firsthand, continue reading, as I have displayed the results of my finds below.


Why Tacos Are Better Than Pizza

They just are.

The end.


Well, as you can see, my article proved to be quite a devastation. In fact, it even tore apart our very universe. If you want to view the population I surveyed, please continue reading.

Tacos: 4

Pizza: 6

Enchiladas: 2

Again, as you can see, a vast group of people had differing opinions about this weighted topic, and the opinions definitely proved themselves to be intense. Numerous arguments broke out, even, and two rebels strayed from the criteria. Basically, this entire debate caused quite an uproar, and life will never resume as usual.

So I must leave controversial topics to rest, mulling over topics of lesser substance instead. I have already crossed the line, so now I must fade into the safety of the mundane. But I appreciate those that participated in the survey, providing crucial feedback that confirmed my suspicions. If you are one of the participants reading this, thank you so much (unless you chose the unpopular choice of pizza, that is).

Until we meet again.


Wednesday’s Fun Fact:

Undeniably so, tacos are better than pizza.

For information supporting this conclusion, please seek the above for reference.

“So what do ya’ll do at that school anyway?”

Howdy folks (that’s going to be my new intro). I cannot express how many times this question has been asked to me- “So what do ya’ll do at that school (MSA) anyway?” Here’s the thing, for some reason MSA is not really talked about in Mississippi. So I have received  all types of questions when I told people that I got accepted. I would love to address the questions I have heard, and also the general thoughts of MSA.


#1 “Wow, you must be a great drawer!”

To that I answer: No, I am most certainly not. If anything I am just okay at it. In fact we have several disciplines to choose from: media, literary, theater, vocal, dancers, and yes, visuals. This allows for many people of many talents to come.

#2 “So is this a college/ do you guys just do arts?”

Okay, so this is just like public school, except that it is more like a boarding school. We have dorms that we stay in, or you could commute too (if you are within the mile radius). We have normal subjects, and art subjects as well. We also go to Brookhaven High if we need to. Overall, it is just like any 11th-12th year (besides the discipline part).

#3 “Oh, MSMS, you must be so smart!”

If you didn’t know (which you most likely do because everyone knows), MSMS stands for Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science. Okay, so that is not us. Although, you do have to have a 2.5 gpa to at least get in here. Personally, I don’t feel like a genius, and my math scores know I’m not a genius. So yeah, we work more with our right brain over here.

#4 “So, what do you guys do for fun?”

I actually like this question. Although, I can only talk from my friends and my own experiences. There are some pretty good thrift shops down here. At Yard Sale you can get good prices (I love you student discount), but The Honey Pot has to be my favorite. They play music from Elvis, sell local items, and have real vintage stuff. Occasionally, we will go to Fox’s Pizza to hang out, and eat (it’s kinda pricey though). The main thing we do is just socialize, watch Netflix, and visit each others dorms. There’s also tons of clubs, and events-so you’re never really bored.

#5 “So you’re gonna live with someone…in a dorm?”

Um, yes. The rooms can have three people max in them. It is usually just two people in a room. There are two bunk beds; one has a desk under it. Living with someone is not as scary as you think. You actually fill out a form of your preferences/ interests, and you will be paired up with someone who has commonalities. I find it nicer than living by myself.


Yes, these questions have been asked to me in real life. I’m sure there is many more questions that people have, but these are from my personal experience. I hope this answered your questions on MSA, and feel free to comment further questions that you may of heard. I think it is beneficial to ask questions to be further informed. Anyway, have a lovely week everyone 🙂

An Open Letter to Mixed Girls… Like Me

Your caramel-colored skin glistens in the sunlight and the dark tendrils that hang from your head are beautiful—as I am sure you are reminded of often. Do not take these things for granted. But remember, these are not all that you are. You are more than your silky smooth skin and kinky curls. You, my dear, are gifted beyond measure. And though it may feel like a constant battle within yourself, this fight has given you a mighty power: the propensity to bridge the gap between cultures. Two worlds completely at your dispense. You have tried for so long to keep these worlds apart, but you have come to realize that they are better together. You have seen the beauty in the culmination of these two worlds. That culmination is you. Two greats came before you and made it all possible, but now it is your turn. 

 

Go forth into this world. Use your gift; use it to create unity and peace, but be vigilant, because there are people who do not want these worlds colliding. They will stop at nothing to tear you down; demean your entire existence through vile name-calling and empty threats. You will not understand why, but it is not you, so don’t take it personally. They simply cannot understand who you are. Their ignorance is their fatal flaw, so they will try to convince you that you are no good so that you will lose all faith in yourself, so that you are broken down and weary, but you mustn’t listen. You are too powerful. You contain a strength to carry a nation. You are a bridge.

 

A bridge between the oppressed and the oppressor. Between victim and victimizer. You have gifts like no other. You have your mother’s soft smile and your father’s wild temper. The blood that runs through your veins has withstood many trials and tribulations of this Earth. It has made you malleable. It has made you golden— lustrous and precious. And you must remember this; it is crucial that you know how much you are worth. You are worth more than gold, more than the stereotypical features that people love about you, more than the checkmark in the “other” column, more than you can possibly understand. 

 

In time, you will come to know. It will be a moment, a movement, but you will know. You will feel it inside of your heart and it will no longer feel like a war zone inside your soul. The intricate pieces of yourself will fit together perfectly. 

 

Until then, continue to bridge the gap, to break down the barriers of humanity. You are a small part of something much larger than yourself. It is hard to see the bigger picture when you are so close, but soon, you will travel the distance and you will see. But do not give up; do not give in. Hold your head up, sweet child. Your time is coming. 


The next blog post topic is:

Are Beauty Pageants Objectifying Women?

😉


Poll Time!

The next topic choices are:

  • White Privilege
  • Feminism & Equality of the Sexes
  • The Arts: Should Students Go for Something More Practical
  • Pineapple on Pizza
    • Comment below what topic you think I should do for my next blog post!

From Hattiesburg to Brookhaven

“How do you like living in Brookhaven?” I’m honestly kinda tired of being asked that repeated question. Is it different? Yes. Very different- not necessarily in a bad way, but it’s much smaller. In fact, It’s about 1/5 the size.When I go to California and Utah, I realize that there’s a lot of cities I consider big- Hattiesburg is not one of them. But I never realized how big it is until I came here, where you can drive 20 minutes and already know where everything is.

In geometry the other day, the students and teacher were talking about how they couldn’t live in Hattiesburg. “No offense Katie Spiers,” my teacher added to her criticism of my home town. “It’s too big. I don’t think I’ve even seen grass there.” I couldn’t help but laugh at this comment (Not out loud of course). If she thinks Hattiesburg is that big, I wonder what she would think of California. 

I never stay on the weekends here, so I don’t really have a perspective on what there is and isn’t to do. A lot of people say Hattiesburg has so much to do, and when you compare the options, I can see why people think it’s so big. There we have a mall, 2 movie theaters (one with an arcade), a skating rink, laser tag, trampoline park, escape rooms, bowling ally, many good stores and thrift shops, and countless restaurants. Actually, as I sat there and typed that out, it changed my idea of how lame it is because it actually has a pretty good variety of things to do. Also, let me make a distinct thought of mine clear: just because a town is small doesn’t mean its lame. yes, I did just think of that. On the other hand, Brookhaven has some things to do too, sure it doesn’t compare to all the things Hattiesburg has, but it’s the small things that count. Especially in this instance. Something that surprises me about this quaint town is that, no matter the size, It has a very sufficient number of bakeries. I think I’ve counted 3 so far. I’ve only been to one, but mannn it was good. I’ve heard only good things about the others, so i’ll take the local people’s word for its decency. Other than the bakeries, there are a pretty good amount of fast food restaurants and thrift stores (sadly though, I have been to no thrift stores- I know. tragic). Oh! And they also have a movie theater really close, but that doesn’t really apply to me because I’m a msa student- meaning I have no time. Or money. I honestly don’t think i’m experienced in the town enough to write about it due to the fact that I’ve only been living here for about a month in a half, so I don’t really know everything that’s here, which I’m sure that will change give or take a couple months. Even though I haven’t lived here that long, I’m really warming up to this little town and all the amazing people in it.

Outside, the view from my room at home and the view from my dorm room at school are so incredibly different at night. At home, the pale moonlight would shine it’s gentle light through my blinds and it would always call me to my window. I could see my back yard turned almost black by the clear starry night with the shadows of all the tall pine trees being lengthened by the radiating white moon. At school, I look outside and see the buildings that remind me of New Orleans, compacted together, lit up by lights strung through the town, reminding me of Christmas. Both are so beautiful, but so different. It reminds me of people in a way, Hattiesburg representing one, Brookhaven representing another- everything about them is so different, giving them the trait of uniqueness everyone possesses, and yet, they are both equally as beautiful. Weather they are lit up my strung lights, or the smiling moon, both create a warming comfort while enjoying their features.

There will probably be a part 2 to this… just letting you know 😉

 

 

 

Silence

This blog post completely snuck up on me. I wanted to do another playlist but I’ll just save it for next week. For now, enjoy this poem that I wrote from last year. I remember being so proud of this poem. It was the first poem I ever submitted for a writing competition. I wrote this one day after school. I just joined the literary magazine at my school. The teacher asked us to bring a poem in for workshop but I’d never wrote a full poem before. All my other “poems” were 4-5 lines and complete trash. This poem just came to me. I’d been feeling very active lately and I needed my peace and quiet. The girl in the poem is me but also the girl in my head. It sounds weird but it’s just the voice in my head. I see her as this girl and its like two people in my head at once. I’m okay I promise lol. But here’s my poem, “Silence”, I’m thinking about going back and working on this poem again but let me know what you guys think 🙂

Silence

The sunlight shines through the cream-colored blinds.
The birds have a steady tune that bounces from a crescendo to a low decrescendo.
The lively tree branch taps on her window, begging for her attention.
The two lively squirrels across the street have an on-going game of tag. If you listen close enough you can hear the squeals of excitement between the two.
The grass shines bright, almost as if each blade had a mirror on it, reflecting the happy sun.
The concrete shines with the shadows of the sun, while it dances a wild tango.
The people laugh and shout out in joy while they bask in the temporary weather that won’t show itself for another two months.
And yet, she sits upon her bed with a frown upon her face.
Voices scream around in her head. They won’t stop. They only get louder and louder and louder.
They become so loud she can’t hear the one voice calling her name.
The one voice that will lead her into the light.
The one voice that will let her hear the squeals of the two friendly squirrels.
The one voice that will let her hear the persistent tapping of the tree branch.
The one voice that will lead her to the one thing she truly wants.
Silence.

The N-word: Creating a Community or Repeating a Cycle of Hate? Part 2

In 2014, journalists at the Washington Post conducted a study on the history of the n-word. Here’s a video they created: https://www.washingtonpost.com/video/national/the-n-word-through-history/2014/11/09/0c3b6a08-669a-11e4-ab86-46000e1d0035_video.html

After watching, I started thinking. We all know where the n-word came from, or at least most of us do (if you don’t, I highly recommend watching the video I linked above). But what about our history and background? A person’s upbringing plays a big part in who they are and what they believe. For instance, I grew up in a multicultural home with a black mother and a Hispanic father.  The n-word was not a word I heard either of them use. In fact, I didn’t hear the word until I was in middle school, but I had no clue what it meant or the history behind it. However, I still didn’t say it. I knew that there was a reason that my parents never said it, so I assumed that I shouldn’t say it either. I realized that maybe the reason I don’t say the n-word is because of the way I was raised. I wanted to know if others’ upbringing correlated with why or why not they say the n-word or not. So, I asked:

Does your background have anything to do with why or why not you say the n-word and/or does it depend on your culture?

Azya Lyons says, “Being mixed, I grew up around the most ghetto black people and the most preppy white people, but I just picked up a lot of the attributes of black culture.”

Yes, in the black community, there’s so many different cultures. There’s a bunch of black people who don’t say the n-word or people who grew up saying it but don’t anymore. I respect black people who don’t say it, and I wish I didn’t grow up in a community that used it so loosely. I’m kind of on the edge of the fence though. I relate to saying it because of the community I grew up in; I didn’t see the issue at first, but now I can kinda see it, but it’s also just something that I’ve been comfortable with, so I think that it’s the community and the people that you hang around. I mean, I know Hispanics that say the n-word because they grew up in a black community. They were treated as black people, so it wasn’t a big deal. But I’m not gonna go around saying, ‘I’m gonna go get my chaclas’….that’s weird. I’m not Hispanic. And I know that’s not a derogatory word, but it’s out of place. That’s not my culture. So while it isn’t cultural appropriation, it kind of is, if you get what I’m saying,” adds Carter Skipwith.

The next question I asked was:

Is the n-word significant to you or your culture?

To me, it’s not just a word. Simply because of the times we’re in now. Personally, I think we shouldn’t say it at all because I don’t wanna decode what you’re saying or try to decipher how you intended the word to mean. Because that word can switch between meanings, and it’s not what you say, but how you say it,” said Elijah Karriem.

Skipwith says, “I try not to give it power. I don’t prefer any other races say it. Because with white people, they get called a cracker, but there’s literally no meaning behind that. It’s nothing serious. I mean if you get offended at the word cracker then why can’t I get offended at the word nigga. Because it does have many meanings. The way that I use it is like friendly. I feel like when I use it, I don’t give it that much power; it’s just a word I’m using. But I’m trying to stop using it because I’m looking at it differently now. Now, I view it as a word of entrapment. A lot of people in the black community call themselves the n-word, saying that they are one. And I’m like, No, that’s not what we are. We’re black. We’re not n-words. You know what I mean? So, personally, I think that it can mean something loosely, but it’s also rooted with hate. It’s a very hateful word if you use it the wrong way, and it’s a very risky word to use. And that’s something I’ve had to realize as I’ve gotten older.” 

In 2018, The Washington Post furthered their dive into the n-word by creating a video project consisting of 10 videos. The videos explore the n-word with the interviewing of people of all races including college students, athletes, talk show hosts, and even KKK member, Byron De La Beckwith Jr. It features topics like ‘the n-word being used in hip-hop/comedy,’ ‘how the n-word will be used 30 years from now,’ and more. The project is powerful and evocative. The videos are great in number and very lengthy. They also have explicit language such as the use of the n-word, but this is to be expected. Therefore I do not presume that you’ll watch the entire project, but I do urge you to watch at least 2 or 3 of the videos that pique interests.  https://www.washingtonpost.com/video/national/introduction–the-n-word-project/2018/12/28/50efb214-5c9c-4e17-be48-f1d809e59154_video.html

Inspired by the project, I asked my peers some of the same questions that were asked in the videos. I was really interested to know what people thought about the change in spelling the n-word has had over the years and if the meaning changed with it. I asked:

Do you think that by taking the -er off and replacing it with -a has made a difference in what the word means?

Karriem said this, “To me, it’s all the same. It originated from one word. It’s like a tree: you start from the bottom and progress to the top, but you’re still on that same tree. And if the word has changed, then let others of different ethnicities use it too.

I also wanted to know what people thought about the connotation of the n-word.

Do you think that the n-word has a negative or positive connotation? Has it changed over time? 

To this, Karriem said, “A black person once told me that I “act white” because I am educated and self-educated. I just don’t get that. To say that I act of another race, that puts down on our race, but uplifting the other race. So, to say that, you are putting not only me but yourself down. Like now it’s more common when you think black people to think: ratchet, sagging pants, and uneducated— you think of the n-word. So yes, it is negative.”

“The word was originally used to degrade us. It means thug, so if someone is acting like that then, yeah, I will use the word. But as a term of endearment, I can’t do that because that’s basically saying someone is my property. That word does not mean anything good. It’s a racial slur! You can’t make that into something positive.”

My former classmate said differently. He says “I don’t think it should be socially acceptable because it was once degrading, but no, I don’t think it holds the same connotation anymore.”

That’s a difficult question. I think that it originated in a negative way, but now is being used positively. Not by everyone, but I use it as a term for ‘friend’. It just depends on how you use it— like most words,” says Stephyne Weathersby. 

The n-word is used widely and frequently. However, where is it that it is used most commonly and where people seem to hear it most? The answer is simple: music. For many years, the n-word has been used in the lyrics of so many artists and rappers— many of whom who are against people of other ethnicities using the word. This prompted the question:

What do you think about artists and rappers who release music with the n-word in their songs?

Skipwith says, “With rappers, that’s their art, and they’re letting you enjoy it. People can say whatever they want, but it still doesn’t make it right. Rappers and artists make music as a form of expression. If a person of another race says ‘nigga’ in a song, I’m not gonna like make a big fuss, but c’mon now. That’s someone else’s culture. Don’t overdo it. But that’s like when you’re in the car with your parents and you hear a curse word, you ain’t gone say it, you gone skip the word. Why can’t you do that with the word nigga? That’s my take on it.”

However, Karriem disagrees. He says, “How can you release a song to the public and tell people not to use a word written in the lyrics? Or say that other audiences have to replace it with something, just don’t use it at all.”

Similarly, Cedrick Smith states, “I remember watching Oprah and Kanye West was on there, and they had a discussion on why he used the n-word in his songs. And he said he was taking the word back and making something postive out of it. First of all, the music that he makes is not empowering black people. It is tearing them down.”

The n-word is a word with many meanings and significance. How you choose to use the word is up to you. However, I challenge you to ask yourself why or why not you use the n-word? Is creating a community? Are you a part of that repeating cycle of hate? I hope this delve into the n-word and its many layers made you realize things that you have before.  Ask yourself these questions, and make a choice, a change, or a correction.

 

[the poll results of the next topic will be up next week!]

 

 

 

Another Typical Love Poem

I dedicate this poem to the one that has captured my heart. Although you have always had a role in my life, I have recently grown to appreciate your presence even more. So I dedicate these words to you, my friend, as you deserve nothing but the highest of praise. I hope they reach you, land in your heart, elicit a smile. You deserve the recognition.


The sun rises,

And I abandon the thought of you

With melted bean soup.

But you continue to linger,

A reminder of a respite in my mind,

And I carry the sun on my shoulders

With arms laden with books.

I hold the thought of you

In my palm throughout the day,

And I smile at it periodically

With it smiling back at me.

The hours we are separated,

The heap of minutes we are apart,

Stack up into nothingness

With no hint of vivid color.

And as I travel through time,

Through morning, afternoon, etc.,

I only fight my way back to you

With my shoulders heavy, slumped.

You never fail to be there,

When the day has saturated me,

And I fall into your arms

With strained and weary eyes.

Dear sleep,

I love you.

Sincerely, me


Sometimes a certain emotion can well up inside of your chest, and you have to empty it before it overflows. For instance, I had to write this poem so that I could ponder something other than its subject. Who knew love could be so distracting? Anyway, I hope that this tugs at your heart strings in some way. I am relatively a stranger to sharing my personal emotions through writing, but I know that, whenever you feel deeply about something or someone, the poem practically writes itself (for more wisdom, please subscribe to receive regular, weekly updates). Anyway, I encourage you to try your hand at writing love poems. The literary world deserves your thoughts, after all. Personally, I would love to read a poem dedicated to a favorite food or a beloved pet cat. So please write about how lasagna has stolen your heart. And if you do not consider yourself a writer, why not give it a try? You do not have to be the Van Gogh of writing, only yourself writing about what you adore.


This Wednesday’s Fun Fact:

When in desperate times of need, White-Out will serve as an adhesive (like glue).

i am a spontaneous person: here’s why

Howdy folks. I find it humorous to say howdy because I live in the South, and people don’t actually say that here(I would be interested to know who seriously says that). Anyway, that’s off topic. What we are really talking about today is why I’m spontaneous. It may also answer why you are spontaneous (if you consider yourself as such). So I’m going to breakdown the spontaneous situations in my life, and explain my reasoning.


Spontaneous Situation #1

At my old private school (before I went to public school in high-school) students were not allowed to get multiple piercings. This was fine with me because I only had my lobes pierced, and I didn’t want anything else. Until later in May I started obsessing about getting a rook piercing, as well as a helix piercing. Here’s the thing, I didn’t know what those two words meant before-hand, but I researched for hours on piercings (so now I have useless information about different types of piercings). 

After I wasted my life on researching piercings, pain level, and piercing places, I found a place to pierce my ears. Keep in mind that this happened all in one day. So I presented to my mom the idea of me getting multiple piercings. Her question was:

“Why do you want this all of a sudden?”

I honestly had no clue other than the fact that I just wanted it. So, after some convincing, I got my ear piercings, they healed—it was a good time.

Spontaneous Situation #2

Throughout my whole life I typically had long hair. During freshman year I had hair down to my waist. You wanna know all the cutesy styles I did with said hair? Two words: pony-tail & bun. That’s it, because I hated my hair being down.

After a while I got sick of wearing the same style, and one random day I wanted to get it cut. So I began obsessing over the thought of getting my hair cut. 

I didn’t care if I had to go to Walmart to get it done. I wanted it gone. So, I told my mother, and she was confused why I wanted to do this all of a sudden.

“I just want to be able to stop putting my hair up. I want to make an effort.” I said to her.

The next day we got my hair cut at some hair place, and boy did they screw it up. Tufts of my hair were sticking out, it wouldn’t go straight. 

“Aw, ain’t that a cute cut. That looks real cute.” The barber lady said.

Yeah, I regretted that spontaneous decision…

Spontaneous decision #3

It was sophomore year, and it was about time for me to do some random mess. This time, it was bangs. My hair had grown out from the demon barber lady’s work, and I wanted something new.

This time my mother talked some sense into me, and we went to the lady that does her hair. She gave me long bangs, and even fixed the mess that the last hair-cutter did. When she was done, I was in love. It really added a lot more to my face. It was a great decision.

Spontaneous decision #4

When I was at camp last summer, I got someone to pierce my cartilage with a safety pin. It was late at night, and all the girls started getting their lobes pierced by this lady. So I wanted to get one as well. 

So I grabbed an earring, and got my left ear pierced. It didn’t hurt, and I have really enjoyed having it (I want my daith done next).

Spontaneous decision #5

Last weekend I looked in the mirror, and wanted my hair cut up to my ears. I started looking at pictures of people with the hair-cut I wanted, then I talked to my mom.

“I think we should cut my hair really short.” I said to her.

“No, you’re not going to cut your pretty hair. Why are you saying this all of a sudden? Are you okay?”

I was perfectly fine, and was just being impulsive. So after some convincing I got it done that day at Sports Clips (a men’s barber shop). It was race car themed, and they had football playing. Two things I could care less about, but they had massage chairs!

Now my hair is cut short, but not up to my ears (you’re welcome Mom)


Here’s my reasoning for why I am so spontaneous:

In my past, I have been restricted to stay the same way, and in the same mentality. By changing things about myself, it helps me feel like I’m not controlled. It really eases my mind, and also allows me to try new things. 

My question for you is (if you are spontaneous), why are you? Think about it. You may be surprised by the answer.

The Birds in the Tree

 

The birds in the tree

see more things that I could ever see

I wonder what it feels like to be

that free?

They see me when I walk,

they see me when I smile

and they see me when I cry.

The birds in the tree know

more about me, than I do myself.

They sing to me in song

I sing to them back.

I hear their dances, cripples, and acts

the birds in the tree are all about me

as I am about them.

They listen when I talk, and pay attention when I don’t.

The birds in the tree are just like me

the strut in our walk

our hide in the trees.

Can’t get too close or we will

fly in the breeze.

When I was at my old school my bus stop was at the entrance of my neighborhood and this irritated me the most. It was ether too hot or too cold and even imagine having to walk on crutches. Let’s just say this was not the highlight of my day. However, there is a patch of woods right before you turn into my house. As I walked below the trees I would look above me and see the sunlight shining through the cracks, and also I would hear the birds in the tree singing.

A little background about me; I have always felt a connection towards birds and I have no idea why. Maybe because they are beautiful and so unique just like me 😛 . Nah i’m just playing but honestly no matter how odd this may sound, I have always felt like the birds and I were communicating in some way. I feel like that when i’m around all types of nature. The sounds the insects and animals make it’s as almost of their telling their own personal story. Just like me when I write, I always want to feel like I’m telling a story no matter if there been from my experiences or simple from my mind.

I wrote this poem on a  day when I was feeling really inspired by the birds that surrounds my house. I wanted to observe the birds like they were a person themselves; so I had to put myself in their shoes or shall I say talons 😀 . Unexpectedly, by putting myself in their position I found a lot of similarities between me and birds or the connection I feel with birds. It’s been almost five months since I wrote “The Birds in the Tree” and I still feel the same way.

Every Morning

Suite: 

 

I

 

Wake up. Instantly regret it.

Look at your roommate.

Ask yourself why you couldn’t be more like 

Her. 

 

Drag yourself out of bed. 

Feel the freezing tile underneath

Your toasty tootsies. 

Regret waking up again.

 

Quietly get your clothes together.

Go to the bathroom. Get dressed. 

Get out. Brush your jumble of 

Green and yellow curls.

 

II

 

Go downstairs. Eat breakfast.

Give up on that when everyone

Leaves and you no longer have

Anything to keep you from the

 

Monsters in your mind. 

“Stop eating. They’re watching

Every move you make. They’re 

Judging you. Stop being 

 

Disgusting. Stop being fat.

Stop being filthy. Stop, Stop,

Stop.” On the short ride up the

Elevator to your room, you hear

 

Singing. “Why aren’t you talented?”

Torment. But don’t show a single soul.

How dare you feel anything but

Shame.

 

III

 

The bell rings. Oh well.

Listen to music.

Sleep. Do anything but

Look at your reflection. 

 

Don’t look at your reflection.

Stop. You look gross. You

Look like a pig. Peppaaaaa-

Oh. Maybe you don’t.

 

No you definitely do.

Over analyze every line

And “beauty mark”.

Scoff at their idiotic name.

 

How inconsiderate.

Some of us aren’t beautiful. 

Refer to yourself when you

Say “some of us”. Check the

 

Time. 9:34. Okay.

Look again. 9:46.

Oh, okay. Rush to

Class.

 

IV

 

10 o’clock.

Blog for 15 minutes,

Even though the board says

To blog for 12. You rebel.

 

Listen to Mrs. Sibley. 

Talk about how she

Has a secretly ghetto 

Side that she refuses to

 

Show you. Laugh at yourself.

Listen to her talk some more.

Laugh when you’re supposed

To. Nod when you need to. 

 

Pay attention. Heed her words

As best as you can at 11 in the

Morning. The bell rings again.

Gather your things slowly. 

 

V

 

Don’t rush to eat. Dread it.

Don’t look forward to it. Abhor it. 

It is your enemy. Don’t

Indulge your enemy.

 

Get through the line.

Hear Cuz yell “Smile,

Smile, Smile!” as you

Leave. Smile. 

 

Look for your friends.

See them having a good time.

Look for a spot. The table’s full.

Sit by yourself because everyone

 

Else is together. Their tables

Are full. Sit by yourself.

Feel sad. Get over it.

Don’t be a mess.

 

11:40. Malone’s Class. 

Get up. Go  to her class. 

Sit in your spot, nestled 

Between a redhead

 

And a dreadhead. Enjoy 

Their company. Find solace

In the work you so desperately

Need to complete. Try to

 

Complete it. Run out of time.

Vow you’ll finish that night. 

Grab your bags. Get out.

Try not to look at anyone

 

In the eyes.

 

VI

 

These last 2 blocks go by quickly.

After Malone’s class, go to Sibley.

Journal for 10 minutes. Work on

Whatever she has you work on for that day.

The bell rings.

 

Take your time getting to go again.

Talk to the redhead. Listen to her

Stories about what happened while

She was that the computer. Walk

 

Out. Go to your next class. 

Try not to fall asleep. Doze off a little.

Wake up before you fall. Think about Her.

Smile. Look down at your hands. 

 

The bell rings. That’s it. It’s over.

Time to go back to being bored out

Of your mind. Eat dinner. Go to your

Room.