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EMPOWER
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We came up with the idea of empowerment because throughout the year we discovered many unheard voices that deserved to be recognized. We feel that representing our community through literature - in all of its forms - is a great way to express our individuality and be heard.
WillPower
by Xavier Seibel
When you go on a run
When you ask your crush out
When you get up every time you fall
Its not ignorance
Its not stupidity
Its not a hopeless venture
Its not your demons trying to trick you into a false sense of security
Its the most powerful thing any human being can have
The most powerful thing any living creature can use
It what drives us to do good
To do bad
To take risks
To make innovations
To challenge tyranny
Even when things seem hopeless
When it looks like there is no way out
Its always there
My Poetry
By Ana Escobar
I’ve always been short, silent, small
I’ve never stood strong, proud, or tall
I’ve never been armed with strength or pride
This is the story of my life:
My poetry’s my life
Because my life’s my poetry
I stuff everything I can in words
To make more space in me
The rhyme makes people listen
The words make people see
The rhythm gets to fixing
Something broken inside me
It used to be a talent
Just a talent, nothing else
Then others took notice
Made fun of me for it
And those jokes made me think to myself:
What if I could lose this pressure
Without ever losing my mind?
What if beneath these untamed emotions
There’s something I’m destined to find?
So I searched for the words that I couldn’t have said
And frantically wrote them,
And read and reread
A breath of relief
From the weight off my chest
And something so others
Might e’er understand
Pianoforte
By Ana Escobar
But you play my chords
And you play them loud
And I dare not flinch at the thunderous sound
But when yours are played
In a heartless pound
You sulk and search for a pity crowd
But it's over now
Now I'm done with this
We'd have had a chance if you'd tried to fix
All the things you do
And the things you don't
But you must not care cause you clearly won't
I could try to break you
I could try to stay
But I feel that it’s best now
To just walk away.
Tattoo
by Jason Cucalon
Cold and distant
That is how we are in atmospheres most unfamiliar
But even the frost permeates the liveliest skin
And so we live in the dark corners of every room
Illuminated by fireflies
Even the angels cannot find us
But the joy found in this short ride is worth the pain soon benign
Even if we’re bound by fate to soon go
At least destiny intertwined our ways for a breath not so cold
Even if its as temporary as those pink sticky notes
No one is afraid of the heat
Until the burning seeps into stinging blisters
Yet if we dive in a body of water
Us returning to the surface we cannot promise
As fast an eagle’s flight
Or as softly and gentle as processed wool
Did we understand each other like fools
Absorbing a grain of knowledge
When we have traversed through the mountains top
While becoming common with the valleys below
That fleeting feeling of lost
As unaware of its vivid pattern as a decorated moth
You’ll probably be haunting me like any other ghost
Yet the words that come with your voice
Lines of a sweet symphony
Only written but never spoken
The evidence of you couldn’t fit enough into your sticky notes
The disruption in a softly written song
Although yours is also that of sorrow
Like mine my harmony will be
Excited for the routine to which I’m linked
The verses and breaks that could be made with you
Even if the timer continued to run forward
Wasted time I can only regret later
As I sit here in a blaze of thoughts blocked by muddled energy
While I find the enjoyment combust
All while I inscribe a faint history worth of memories
It remains eons away of those written monstrosities
I recalled your name
Yet I felt a faint call when I saw your face
Even if I assumed that “I don’t know you”
Leaving your mark like an imprint on my brain
You are stuck to me like an adhesive
Yet in a moment we will be the past in an instant
All while your remembrance is embraced
Such as that of a permanent tattoo
Loneliness had never felt so distant
Spaces away I may still be weaved upon its frigid hold
I, the loner yearning for your companionship
Irony produced into those who grin empty feeling
Let it be their best entertainment
But let it rest happily with the same sensation as it was once engraved
Ageless ingrains such as the umbra ink imprinted on my brain and your skin
In contrast to the only reminisced yet cherished and present sticky notes
Save as Draft
By Jason Cucalon
Running towards the future did those innocent melodies
Those people charging against the bellowing winds
Yet when it comes to symphonizing with a choir of my own voices
I should have been singing our faults
It was better than you screaming my already recognized flaws
I could hear you
It was just… simply a case to where I no longer cared for you
This is not some tape where you can fade my fear into mute mumbles
Or a tape where you can skip past this part
The part where you learn
You are the reasons that my eyes have changed
From Amber to Red fueled rage
But don’t be so worried
Because when it comes to playing your game
You will be reminiscing on pupils lost in fear you had drawn towards you
Linked to you once safe in past days
The stars we once stared at as they became novas
Under true prescience until it was altered
Once I hailed a breath of clarity that was incased within your words
Even if it was the future that was unknown
I am aware of the valley sunken delving further and further
Just as I was sure that you loved me until I was ‘not good enough’ for you
But I still walk upon these fields of aspirations in the form of fleeing dandelions
While you are pulling yourself away from the rubbles that you left in your dawning
Finding to be lost is what made you better
Meanwhile I left something that made me a shuddered sun to a masking moon
For so much time
By the end of the day
Another broken song, another completed cycle I could not escape of
I hoped to make sense of what you were
Yet you were the same as those siren songs in tales I could only barely bother to rely upon
Fall to when it came to pondering on my sorrowing choices
You were the inspiration I had relied upon
Mostly when I had to pity none other than myself
A collection of sheets now just victims to the roaring, freeing currents swallowed by the frigid tides
Perhaps I see now that I had to leave you
To finally hear genuine words that we hadn’t covered with unsettling laughs
Such as words of blown repentance
Or even words such as “I love you”
All under the strangling air
Holding our hands when we were happily out of reach
Or rather
It was that presence that held onto us when we could no longer feel for each other
Gazing at these things
Only then was I afraid to break a heart
A hollowed one that was never hesitant to commit such crimes
I am just singing songs of farewell
Once I lived those painted sceneries
Or dreamt of the perfect end of dusk before dawn
Yet I couldn’t envision your face in those built longings
That have should have been my signal
To never return to your bed
Or to have gotten out of these sheets
Just know that to me you are nothing but dead
Forgotten Sun
By Marcelo Malferrari
How do you do anything when there’s nothing you can do at all?
When the words you speak carry the weight of feathers
That float in and out the ears of those they’re meant for
Of who do not believe in the weight words have
Who resign to apathy, terror crashing over and over, again and again
Unwavering, incomprehensible, dread lurking with each one
Extinguishing the flames every person holds within themselves
Their cold husks unable to dream
What is there to do for them?
Anything.
For you to do what you can
I tell you not to light away their dreary endless fog
Or guide their ship of trouble out their sea of hardships
Nor force their frown upside down.
Simply exist with them
Like a moth’s flame
And bequeath to them the light you find in your days
And let it make ripples in their ponds
To help them find their own light
For how can you know the sun when you’ve lived an eternal gray
3 Poems of a Lonely Writer
By Isabella Pete
I stand amongst the ashes
Of my past troubles
I see you amongst the smoke
From the bundle of flames
You left me stranded
Begging for you to return
Does love make desperation look less childish?
I realized I truly didn’t need your attention once I started caring for my child-like nature
Hold my hand and prey for yourself
As once you let go,
You’ll never see me again
I am free from you,
Yet feel so exhausted
From the pain left after those punches
Nothing feels better than the stinging
Open up my lungs, you won't see my fears
I stay far from you
My safety is my biggest concern.
Untitled
By Abby Peterson
did you see her eyes ablaze
like a match to gasoline
the built up tension
you forgot to mention
that it's breaking her like a twig
so sick of hearing their lament
a stoic
a strong warrior
enduring the battles
that slowly break her down
men, they think they can speak for her
they're hardly men
pushing her out
invalidating her words
her transparency
they attempt to shut her down
but she doesn't have a switch
she's an ever glowing aura
to bright to burn out
she'll set the world on fire
with her anger
her kindness
her love for others
the flint and steel
to the dry brush
The Rise and Fall of Mario
by Ivan Panov
In the first part of the story, Mario and Luigi work together to defeat Bowser and his army, resulting in Bowser's death. However, Princess Peach, who had admired Mario for his bravery before, becomes disillusioned with him due to his violent actions. Meanwhile, Luigi, who had long been in love with Peach, finally confesses his feelings to her and they agree to marry, withLuigi becoming the new king of the Mushroom Kingdom.
However, Bowser's son, Bowser Jr., takes over the Koopa Troop and declares his intention to take vengeance on those who have betrayed him and his family. He struggles to gain the respect and loyalty of his subjects, but a long-time advisor named Cody warns him that he needs to give more power to the senate or risk losing his position.
Mushroom Kingdom had a hope that people would prosper and avoid any fear that they had a few years ago against the Koopa Empire. However, one day tragedy struck the Mushroom Kingdom when Queen Peach fell ill and passed away. The kingdom was thrown into mourning, and the citizens were unsure of what would happen next. In the midst of this turmoil, a new leader emerged - Mario. Mario had
almost always been a loyal subject of Queen Peach, but he saw an opportunity to take over the kingdom and seize power for himself. He convinced the citizens that he was the only one capable of leading the new republic in the absence of the beloved princess while Luigi was forced to abdicate.
At first, Mario's rule seemed promising. He promised to continue Queen Peach's legacy and to govern with fairness and compassion. People liked him because he was adamant to restore order and he executed the traitors such as Wario. However, as time went on, his true nature was revealed.
Mario was not the benevolent leader he had claimed to be. He was ruthless and power-hungry, and he cared only about consolidating his own power.
Under Mario's rule, the Mushroom Kingdom became a place of fear and
oppression. The citizens were afraid to speak out against him, for fear of retaliation. Mario's army of Goombas and Koopa Troopas roamed the streets, enforcing his rule with an iron fist. Mario also began to amass a great deal of wealth for himself. He hoarded coins and treasures, while the citizens of the kingdom struggled to make ends meet. He built himself a grand castle, while many of his subjects were homeless and starving. Mario also sent his men to hunt and assassinate his brother Luigi, as he had no heart to care.
As the years went by, it became clear that the Mushroom Kingdom was no longer the peaceful and prosperous place it had once been. The citizens longed for the return of Queen Peach and the days when the kingdom was ruled with kindness and compassion. However, Mario meets his end after 25 years of oppression in Mushroom Republic as someone hacked the Mushroom Republic, showing leaked footage of Mario’s secret palace. It was a dark day in the Mushroom Kingdom when news of Mario's death spread. The once-beloved hero had become a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist and showing no mercy to those who dared to oppose him. In the end, it was during a heated confrontation with a group of rebels on trial that Mario met his untimely end. As he stood atop a high platform, shouting orders and
brandishing his weapon, he lost his balance and fell to his death, plummeting to the ground far below. Some say it was divine justice, while others mourned the loss of a once-great hero who had fallen from grace. The story highlights the consequences of violence and the importance of responsible leadership, as well as the possibility of unexpected love and alliances.
Untitled
By Savannah Langley
Cold, Dark Streets Packed With Snow
by Isabella Pete
The Bronx gets especially cold during December, as the ice tends to settle in unnatural heaps across the streets and the rats hide away in hopes of surviving the deadly chills. Through the darkness of the street, dimly lit by lights older than the many families that have inhabited the broken-down apartments within the projects- a young girl wanders aimlessly.
She follows the voices that convince her she is on a quest to seek help, a quest that even she herself knows nothing about. The voices and people she sees tend not to be real, but she can not ignore them as they will only grow louder- oftentimes becoming angry and scary to her.
Behind the girl follows her sister, toughened by the long nights of chasing and the even longer days of standing up to the cruel bullies from their prestige all-girls Catholic school, she hopes her sister will just listen to her and come home for the night. Fear setting in as it only grows colder, knowing her sister is only in her nightgown. Fearing that someone would see her wandering barefoot and mumbling incoherently. As she follows after her she starts to pray to some higher power, anything that could come to their aid.
She knows her mother tires after working three jobs to keep food on the table. She wishes her father had never left them. Her two brothers were of no use as they ran through the streets, enjoying their youth while she made sure everything was in order. She made sure her mother had some form of help, knowing she was holding herself together just as much as the sisters had been.
Simply knowing they were struggling was no new information to the girl. As she laid her sister down after successfully getting her home with minor scrapes she wished for a way to get out of that ratty little apartment.
She hoped for a day when her mom wouldn't have to overwork herself, where her sister could finally receive help for an illness she never deserved, and where her brothers would stop causing trouble.
She knew she would get there, she just had to be patient.
20 Thoughts I Had As I Attempted To Write A Poem On "Empower"
By Iris Nijbroek
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Thanks
We thank Mr. Hannon, our sponsor for the Literature Magazine, for being such a great inspiration during this whole year and always being such a supportive role in both our lives. We truly could not imagine any success happening without the help of Mr. Hannon and his goofy self. Even though he is constantly nagging about deadlines and Starbucks, we still love and appreciate everything he does! Shout out to our favorite English teacher, Brian Hannon.