HER.

The dark skin woman glowed nicely underneath the moonlight, the melanin of her skin truly showing through the white light that also had a nice blue tint to it. When she walked through the streets, her body language leaked nothing but confidence and that could easily be seen.  Her long yet slim legs peeked from underneath the silk black dress she was wearing, it was … Continue reading HER.

“Where I’m From” By Marita Asamoah (Grade 12)

“Where I’m From” by Marita Asamoah [1] I am from Cast iron pots  [2] from fufu and yams [3] I am from the Great large buildings and laid tiles Beautiful and grand [4] it felt like my personal castle [5] I am from the Cocoa  [6] the palm trees with its vast and wide leaves open like the arms of a loving mother  [7] I’m from the Efutu festivals and backyard parties  [8] from Asamoah … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Marita Asamoah (Grade 12)

“Where I’m From” By Matthew Tillson (Grade 12)

Where I’m from I’ve been taught the money goes to more than I want. I’ve had to listen to my mom and dad fight over addition tendencies that my dad had. I was taught that you have more than just blood-related family Where I’m from the ground was covered in thick feet of snow where temperatures drop enough to make people disappear  Where I’m from, … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Matthew Tillson (Grade 12)

“Where I’m From” By Mario Cardoza (Grade 12)

I am from the dirt beneath my feet, from the peaceful neighborhood in Columbia. Born from the union of two immigrants and gifted a bad hand.  I am from the smells of freshly made tortillas, always seemingly ready once I return from slaying the beast known as school.  I am from the written word of God, originally fiercely zealous but now as zealous as a … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Mario Cardoza (Grade 12)

“Where I’m From” By Mariyah Braggs (Grade 12)

Unconditionally, Me I’m from a place not so serene. Brusque winds and brisk weather, with hints of family for warmth. Get-togethers and traditions are just the tip of the iceberg. I’m from an adventurous childhood. Springing up from a frail and flawed newborn, to a spunky and eager little girl. Straying away from the “norm” of girl activities, I always preferred to run about on … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Mariyah Braggs (Grade 12)