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Category: Young Writer’s Society

Young Writer's Society

Poem About Page 15, Janya D.

A building,


A building that focuses on
Writing but also you.
Opening a book full of
Blank pages ready to be
Written on by your thoughts.
Expressing freely, your emotions not hidden or
To be judged, just supported.
Everytime I open the same book, I let my ideas spill on
I feel a warmth. A little interest
Turned into a hobby, a hobby turning
Into a dream. They opened my eyes to
Poetry and helped me understand but
Also love it. A building shifted into
A comfort place where I can relax
And let my stress out.
The same comfort place where I
Write little poems I love.
The same comfort place that helped me
Overcome shyness. I’ve been coming
Since 3rd grade and the love only
Grew. Having huge support and
Inspiration.

Thank you Ms. Alex, you inspired me

To write poetry, and continue

To write it.

Thank you Ms. Haley, you were

Always supportive, and helped me

Recognize my talents more.

Thank you Ms. Eliana

For helping me out with

My poetry, and you inspired me

Thank you Page 15, where I can

Be myself, my true self

In this book,

Where I let my imagination

Take place

I’ll always love it, and

It will remain a part of my life.

The people, my Page 15 book,

And the memories with it.

A building,

My comfort place

I’ll miss.

 
Young Writer's Society

“My Strange but Beautiful Hair” by Janya

Janya D

My Strange But Beautiful Hair

I have to take out the knots that tangle in my hair. 

Feeling miserable every time.

 

My hair never finds peace, 

even when I let it breathe. 

 

My mom braiding my hair tightly, 

barely getting freedom to move my eyebrows or turn my head. 

 

Dead locks of hair fall off 

while she combs half of my hair. 

 

Some gets in my face all of the time. 

And I sometimes be simply annoyed. 

 

She braids very fastly, but steady.

The tears that was in the corners of my eyes start to find a way to come out. 

 

It hurts but it’s okay, 

because in the end I feel the opposite when I look in the mirror. 

Young Writer's Society

“Aurora Borealis” by Za’Niyah A.

If it were a human, the term “beautiful” would be worn out, a word forever lingering in her ears.

Something that would have us all stunned and shocked. The sight of her flowing, purple and blue hair curling as it went down her back, her eyes a deep, sexy, forget-me-never blue. Heads would turn as she strutted down the sidewalk, her face struck with lighting, her body curved like a smooth granite. Even though she felt safe, her face screamed with a soft red, from her nose to her ears, and she ran, her heels going ‘clap, clap, clap’ against the floor.

The Starbucks bell chimes, announcing ‘The princess is here! The princess is here!’ and only then, everyone would turn and look at a queen, emerging through the door. “Who is this chick? Who is she? She wants to steal attention from us, Jamil and Brittany.”

And they’d snarl and huff, all full of their stuff, while a simple science project looked out of place. “I don’t understand, I’m just really new?” she said, blinking and thinking. “I don’t understand this body, and I don’t understand you.”

“I’m from the sky, from the stars, and I’m down here for a visit is all.” She said, pointing up at the sky. “You’re being mean, but it’s okay! Aurora will be here for another 3 days!” And with that, she turned and marched out, gone from their sights. But everyone remember, Aurora was there.