Whitney
by Daneesha Tillman
Sister,
When I hear your name tears come to my eyes.
Not because I’m sad, but because we are conquers.
We have bumped heads, acted lazy, and had to sleep in those beds.
We have been broken hearted, hard headed, silly, childish, and naïve.
Put our hearts in the Devil’s hands.
Thought we hung with sheep, but learned with the wolves we danced.
We caught snakes and sometimes they mirrored our reflections.
On cloud nine, feeling so divine.
But the whole time, we ourselves were out of line.
We laugh now and cover our eyes in shame.
We were the girls who thought they knew the game.
We went from pig tails to manicured nails.
House phone conversations about bribing a parent to take us skating,
Not even knowing in a couple years we would be dating.
Summertime was always rebellious and free, you always had the best birthday parties.
We tolerated, motivated, collaborated for a sisterhood to be celebrated.
No atoms in the universe could break down the history,
To call you a “friend” would be contradictory.
If you asked me today, I’d give you my kidney.
Don’t ever question my love for you, my Whitney.
I Destroyed My Time Machine
by Jorge Pliego
I used to mourn about times in which I could have done something different.
How I could have gone back in time to score an A on the test.
Tell that special someone how much they meant to me.
So I built a time Machine.
I look back on the journey life has made for me.
This life is like a book with chapters of spontaneous emotions.
To stumble and fall is inevitable.
the outline of the map is unpredictable .
All the wonders I’ve seen.
all the friendships that time has created.
Are all that I Cherish.
So I destroyed my time Machine.
I’d rather live in the moment; surprised by life’s unpredictable oceans.
My Dear Friend the Mocking bird
The early bird sings as it shelters under the maple tree.
The mocking bird spreads it’s wings towards liberty.
as it whistles a tune just for me.
A tune like no other that only it and I know.
As I look a vast the maple tree.
a collage of colored leafs.
I see the beauty that is the tune of the mocking bird.
Tweet, tweet, tweelee tweet
The mocking bird sings.
My dear old friend who leaves during the descending of the sun.
How I missed these days, but all I could say is goodbye
to a dear friend named the mocking bird.
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