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Buried But Not Forgotten – By Precious Bell

Fear – by Ka’Imilani Deponte-Merideth

I fear losing myself because I’m stuck pleasing everybody but myself
I fear being rejected because it’s like nobody wants me around
I fear being lost because I might never be found
I fear being alone because irrational thoughts creep up into my head
I fear losing my friends because they mean the world to me
I fear losing my sanity because that is what barely keeps me together
I fear what the world has in store for me because it’s all new
I fear losing my self-control because I wouldn’t be able to get it back
I fear not being the best person I can be because of my mother
I fear not being there for my kids
I fear not living up to people’s expectations
I fear disappointing and letting down other people
I fear trusting people to the fullest extent
I fear opening up because my heart can only take so much
I fear being myself because I worry about what people think
I fear letting go because that means it’s over
I fear goodbyes because it’s my heart tearing in two
I fear people going because they won’t ever come back
I fear being forgotten because it’s like I was never there

Joyful Love – by Precious Zeno

A joyful love full of happiness

Making memories that bring me to my knees

You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me

I thank you for this Joyful Love that you have brought into my life

I’m so ready to be your wife

This joyful love gives me life

A joyful love full of happiness.

Another Day, Another Blessing – by Trevor Stewart

Living in a corrupt society makes you unable to be at peace while you’re resting.

The fear of so called “justified-by-the-law” can make the man that was crucified disappointed by it all.

They will get what they deserve in the end, but as of now it’s not good to pretend.

Sophia Acosta – Various Photos

Some Amazing Moments of Menlo -Weiye (Vian) Lyu

To Be a Male – by Solin Piearcy

Drink. Drink up.
Fill yourself with BCAA and whey,
The extra nutrients, extra calories, extra power, extra powder,
Extra ego,
To fill yourself in more,
As if you aren’t already big enough to exist.

Eat. Eat everything you can.
Load up on carbs,
Stack on more proteins,
so you can do one more hang clean
At your 3 hour gym work out
In the morning.

Lift. Lift all your insecurities.
You know sculpting your body
Is also people wanting to sculpt you
Into more than just skin and bones.
But after all that,
You’re still just skin with bones.
More muscle,
More masculinity,
To mask that fact
That you were secretly
upset.
Too small to be successful.
Too minute to be a man.
Just a failure.

By some standard
Who you are is not enough,
You need to be tough.
You need to be able to lift up a bar with 400 pounds
To be able to go reps and rounds
Of benching 20 pounds over your PR (personal record)
You set just last week.

Decreasing in size, in weight
In numbers,
Somehow makes you less valuable,
Somehow makes you less man.
Less human.

You did this for you,
As all the dudes do,
But most do this for them.
The them,
The they,
The people that say,
“Do you even lift bro?”

But when will they stop lifting
the burdens that others throw on them?
The extra 100 pounds won’t make
the weight of the pressure, the shame, the unreal expectations
Disappear.
Lifting what you, what guys, what men hear
Off of their shoulders
Is the ultimate PR.

Redefining Love – by Solin Piearcy

(She) you love me for being broken,
Broken into like a jewelry store.
Only to be left with
Shattered sapphires
And checked out cash registers.

Broken for being loved
In such way that love
Not only
Breaks a heart,
But shatters a soul’s
Insolence.

(He) you love me broken
Broken in general
For the room is more
Infinite.

They adore my brokenness
To bend me inspire than one way
Sedated to know manipulation.

Yet, I am enchanted.
Yes, despite the broken strings of the broken
Strum that still brokenly echoes off pitch in the broken
Storage that allows
Things to come and go
In one piece,
I am splendidly shattered.
The broken only breaks
What must be fixed.

Plantations – by Solin Piearcy

I stand before you,
as a creation from countless conflicts;
a birth from burned bridges
that history tries to bury,
covering the truth with dirt and mud and soil;
but, even the forgotten seeds
may grow through the toughest of toils;
may sprout from the slightest of sunshine
when skies reflect the blood, the tears, the dull gray stains
that drip through the very blood in my veins,
descended and blessed by my ancestors
who struggled then so I can have my todays.
History is not just his story,
or their story,
but my story as I came from the roots
from my people who left legacies
in the seeds
that sprung
through struggles
and survive through me–
living,
breathing,
sprouting more seeds.

Applications – by Solin Piearcy

I have added value to myself,
Subtracted negativity from my health,
Divided my time into sections,
And multiplied my worth beyond perfection.

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