Anthology of Poetry by Cassidy Grimes

2011 ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS

Alabama Southern Community College LIBRARY SYSTEM Volume 3

Anthology of Poems Compiled by Alabama Southern Community College Library System Volume III, 2011 Printed by the Kathryn Tucker Windham Museum Library Alabama Southern Community College Thomasville, AL Photocopies and reproductions of this publication are prohibited. Front Cover: Artwork is courtesy of the Academy of American Poets. Used by permission. 2

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT HONORING KATHRYN TUCKER WINDHAM

1918-2011-Forever

Whenever I hear the song “Singing in the rain,” I picture Gene Kelly and Kathryn Tucker Windham twirling under the raindrops rather than his sidekick, Debbie Reynolds. This came about last year while Ms. Windham and I commiserated over the long dry spell in the Selma and Thomasville areas. Just before we brought our telephone call to a closure, Ms. Wind‐ ham, in her eloquent southern voice, declared, “Deborah, at the first rain, I am going to dance in the rain, just for you.” As you can see, even at 92 , she retained an innate sense of humor and an electrifying enthusiasm for life. Just as I have been touched by this lady, many others, of all ages, have been touched by her life and contributions, too. Today, I am honored to dedi‐ cate the Alabama Southern Library System’s 2011 Anthology of Poems to “Alabama’s Storyteller” and everyone’s friend, Kathryn Tucker Wind‐ ham. “Alabama’s Storyteller” is a title worthy of her storytelling accom‐ plishments; however, she bejeweled almost a century of many more titles and attributes. In addition to storyteller, she is known as a photographer, journalist, radio commentator, author, and folklorist. For those who really knew her, she was a wife, mother, grandmother, and friend. When I came to Alabama Southern almost four years ago, I knew the museum bore her name, and I acclaimed her for writing and telling ghost stories. Over time, I discovered she was much, much more. Now , I acclaim a friend, who em‐ bodied laughter, advocated relationships, revived lore, valued independ‐ ence, and shun voicemail, computers, and cell phones. She was Kathryn Tucker Windham. She spoke freely, she lived bountifully, and she danced in the rain— just for me.

‐by Deborah Rankins

Mentor & Friend 3

A MESSAGE FROM THE PRESIDENT DR. REGINALD SYKES

July 14, 2011 Dear friends of the Alabama Southern Library System: I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for picking up a copy of the third edition of the Alabama Southern Library System Anthology of Poems. Recently, the Alabama Southern Community College family mourned the loss of one of its biggest supporters, Thomasville native, Kathryn Tucker Windham. Because of this great woman, many stories, poems and photos have been heard, read and viewed across our great state. It was our honor to know her and share our ASCC Thomasville Library and Museum, which are named for her, with her and our com‐ munities and students. This third edition features the best poems from works submitted by middle school, high school and Alabama Southern Community College students and members of the communities served by ASCC. Some amazing new talent emerged for this edi‐ tion and some returning favorites from the first anthology. Our response for this collection of local poetry includes approximately 100 poems! This anthology is just another excellent collaborative effort between the Alabama Southern Library System and the ASCC community. Thank you again for your support of ASCC and our libraries! We hope that you enjoy this unique collection and we would like to encourage you to begin work on YOUR own poetry submission for next year’s collection! We believe that Ms. Kathryn would be proud of the poems included this year and so are we! Regards, Dr. Reginald L Sykes President, Alabama Southern Community College

ABOUT THE COLLEGE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

MISSION STATEMENT Alabama Southern Community College is a learning‐centered, open admis‐ sions, comprehensive community college dedicated to meeting the continu‐ ing and changing educational needs of the citizens of Southwest Alabama. Alabama Southern serves as a catalyst for comprehensive community and economic development by providing university transfer programs, business and industry training, developmental studies, learning resources, technical/ occupational programs, student development services, and community ser‐ vices.

ABOUT THE LIBRARY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE LIBRARY SYSTEM

MISSION STATEMENT The Alabama Southern Library System plays an integral role in the attainment of the institutional objectives for the total college. Its libraries are learning resources centers which are not only con‐ cerned with shaping students into independent, lifelong learners who are successful in both educational and occupational settings, but they also serve as informational and technical resource centers for local communities. Because of the rapid technological developments in our society, students must develop the flexibility to learn and re‐learn as demands in their personal lives and in the workplace change. It is to this end that the ASLS strives to equip students to access and to as‐ sess this changing information which is critical to continued personal growth and workplace competitiveness and sustainability.

FORWARD

Poems may begin in silence and solitude but they have their lives in communi‐ ties of writers and readers. The poems here, assembled by the ASCC library staff—who have chosen a life in the world of books and readers that we know as a library—form a gathering of reflections on what it is like to be alive on the planet and living in Southwest Alabama, in 2011. As young writ‐ ers growing up in the land of Harper Lee and Truman Capote, these poets have a built‐in literary heritage, and they know that writers are not far‐away people but someone you or your parents or grandparents might know. Many of the poems are written by students, from first graders all the way to high‐ school seniors. The poems celebrate love, dreams, nature, and friendship; express their concern with serious issues such as death, abuse, abandonment, and disillusionment; and demonstrate their immersion in language that sings, sighs, whispers, and shouts. Now this book goes out into the world, words flying to places the writers themselves might not even have imagined. We readers await their news with curiosity and excitement, and we congratulate them on their accomplishment. ‐‐Jennifer Horne, author of Bottle Tree: Poems and editor of Working the Dirt: An Anthology of Southern Poets

INTRODUCTION PURPOSE OF THE ANTHOLOGY The purpose of the Anthology of Poetry is to commemorate National Poetry Month at the Alabama Southern Community College Library System, to show‐ case the creative works of those who answered the call for submissions , and to promote the arts in rural Alabama. POETRY GUIDELINES SUBMISSIONS:  Although submissions were not judged, students were encouraged to demonstrate creativity, originality, imagery, artistic quality, and mastery of poetic expression.  There were no theme or style requirements.  Submitters were encouraged to exercise good judgment of subject matter in writing. Pornography or explicit language that may be offensive to others was prohibited. ELIGIBILITY:  Only original, previously unpublished poems accepted.  Submissions were open to public. RIGHTS:  Alabama Southern Community College retains no ownership rights to poetry. Such rights remain with the poet at all times.  Poems published at discretion of poetry committee. PHOTOGRAPHY/ART  Alabama Southern Community College retains no ownership rights to photography and art. Such rights remain with the photographer and/or artist at all times. ANTHOLOGY ORGANIZATION Poems are presented in alphabetical order according to submitter’s last name. A list of authors and photographers is included in Anthology for quick reference. DISCLAIMER The views and opinions of the originators expressed therein do not necessarily state or reflect those of Alabama Southern Community College or any agency or entities thereof.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Agee, Savannah 179 "I AM A Beautiful, Black Woman" Allen, Dylan 159 Where I'm From Anderson, Carmen 39 Ball Andrews, Destiny 222, My Love For You; My Best Friend; Mommy; 223, 224 You Know He Cares Anonymous 102, 103 My Passion; Love Atrmistead, Zakery 206 River Armstrong, Ezra 75 Summer Banks, Kyrah 211 Definition Of Love Barnett, Shanda 171 That Hidden Glow Bennett, Jasmine 53 Untitled Bennett, Tiffany 220 Just Another Face Bodiford, William 142 777 Boggan, Sigrid 140, 141 My First Crush; Goodbye Boothe, Ashley 18, 19 The Mask; The Split Bowen, Brit 172 Kicks of Fate Brown, Laquashia 195, 198 Remember; When I Look In Your Eyes Bryant, Raven 164 I Am From Burch, Paige 41 Fall Butts, Jordan 88, 89, 90 Basketball; Family; Girls Byrd‐Murphy, Melinda Life Without Stress; Rain, Coffee, and Cold, 133, 134, 135 Paris Street Campbell, Jackson 31 Oh How I Wish I Could Fly Chapman, Ashley 168 Where I'm From Chunn, Crystal 91, 92, 93 Placidity; To Forget; Dissolution Clausell, Jadon 35 Ball Cooper, Malik 40 Fall Cox, Emily 207 Weather Cunnigham, Tre'Quan 55 I Remember Granny 9 Crayton, Johnisha 162 Where I'm From

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Crook, Tia 29

Does It Kill

Crutchfield, Chris 28

Snow

Dailey, Bakari 32

Ball

Davis, Christopher 82

I Remember

Dean, Austin 42

Fall

Dees, Kiley 37

My Pet

Dickinson, Bernardria 193

Pain Undercover

Dumas, Abby 129

If I Were A Fish

Dumas, Lesley 50, 51

Family Discord

Ervin, Keonatae' 153 Ervin, Stephanie 177

I'm From… I AM A Strong and Determined Black Woman

Ezell, Katelyn 202

My Beloved Aunt Rose

Farrow, Kristin 65

High School Drama

Feaster, Sydney 22

I Am

Fletcher, Kamryn 17

Fall

Foxx, Sellasteen 178

I Am A Female With Big Hands

Frost, Avery 36

Ball

Green, Vanessa 114

My Voice

Griffin, Shayla 113

That Night

Grimes, Rene 144

Take The Time

Gunter, Nichole 169

My Mother's Day Poem

Guy, Dominique 84

My Grandfather's Shadow

Hanson, Cody 218

Ice

Harris, Breaunda 47

My Brother Lenny

Henderson, Chad 199

Texting While Driving

Hixon, Kelsey 187 Hodge, Zackary 185

Good Times 10

Cozumel Cruise Countdown

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Hoffman, Jessalyn 110

The River

Hollinger, Ashley 85

Untitled

Hollinger, Justin 73

Mario Best Jumper

Horn, Kenneth 208 Snow Horton, Justin 130, 131, 132 Mission Statement; Untitled; Danger Ahead Howton, Stacey 101

Love Struck

Huckabee, Anna 196, 203 Schoool Mornings; Rainy Days Hunt, Tamekia 59

I Am His Angel

Jackson, Greg 158

Where I'm From

Jefferson, Jonathan 104 My Only Wish For You Jethroe, Deonata 95

Momma Know Love

Jimerson, Debbie 146

LeeAnna

Johnson, Navare 174

If I Were A Fish

Jones, Caleb 125

If I Were A Fish

Jordan, Hudson 111

Untitled

Kearley, Tori 192

Little Sisters

Kelley, Shakinah 163

Where I'm From

Kendrick, Justin 100

Vacation

Kimberly, Michael 143

The Early Bird

Kimbrough, Darius 76

The Camping Trip

Knight, Derrick 30 Landrum, Juanita Jimerson 20

Untitled

Leggitte, Meka 44, 45

James I Am My Mother's Child; My Forgotten Memories

Lett, Shanequa 68

Sadness

Leva, Sagar 99

Basketball 11

Long, Mary Kate 182

A Girl's Dream

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Lynum, Yolanda 191, 197

Life; Smile

MacCaughelty, Molly 128

If I Were A Fish

Madison, Jamarius 81

I Think

Malone, Kaliyah 204

Take A Stand

Maloy, Katelyn 118

If I Were A Fish

Martin, Emerie 74

Spoiled

Martin, Jasmine156

Where I'm From

Martin, Kennedi 160

Where I'm From

Martinez, Justin 219

Good Ol'

Martinie, Cody 112

If You Knew Me

Mason, Te'Asia 46

Love Lost

McCaskill, Debra 183

The Journey

McClain, Myisha 69

A Rockstar!

McCorvey, Deaundra 83

Guardian Angel

McCreary, Mitchell 226

Just A Thought

Meraz, Allie 98

Japan

Merida, Jerome 209

Basketball

Mickle, Sarila 194

Poetry

Miller, Haley 124

If I Were A Fish

Mixon, Frances 175

I Left Me

Moore, Kaylee 205

Bully's Beat

Mumm, Charlene 67

Birds Messenger

Murry, Kaysha 122

Haiku

Nelson, Kaitlin 66, 79 80

Light and Dark; Past Life; Jealousy

Nettles, Zeke 150

I Am From…

Newton, Jessica Ann 97 Norris, Josh 109

Firefly 12

Where I Belong

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Pairrett, Amber 34

The Pool

Parker, Bryson 16

Dog

Parker, Celby 38

Shoes

Patel, Roshani 96

One Day

Paul, Lindsey 210

The End August; Greater Than Gold; The Future Pearson, Alexandria 225,227 Memories

Pettis, Josie 186

Fairytales

Pettis, Summer 72

Cats

Pickett, Ruthie 180

"I AM Excited and Motivated"

Pippen, Melanie 188

Friends

Poindexter, Cynthia 64

Mother

Potter, Zachary 126

If I Were A Fish

Powe, T'Keiyah 149

Where I am From

Preyer, Brittany 170

Love

Preyear, Lamaiya 56

Monroeville

Preyear, Steven 121

School

Primm, Zaleria 117

If I Were A Fish

Pritchett, Brittany 161

Where I'm From

Pugh, Diamond 167

Where I'm From

Queijsen, Natalie 61

Yesterday

Randall, Tamekia Preyear 57 Life's Voyage Rankins, Kadereck 48

Dreaming

Ready, Charily Hope 152

My Mozart Ensonel

Rice, Kadijah 215

Lies

Robinson, Keyonte 27

Race Car

Rowell, Kiara 70

Butterfly

Rush, Crystal 115

13 The Soldier

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Sanders, Kriston 94

Can't Be Anything But What We Are

Scott, X'Zavier 154

I Am From

Sheffield, Amberly 189

I Hate Poetry

Shirley, Ethan 33

Beach

Simpson, Chelsey 151

Sue Cardwell

Singleton, Kirstian 201

Music

Smith, C. J. 71

Cat

Smith, Dalton 216

Football

Smith, Damarius 116

If I Were A Fish

Smith, Kaine 120

If I Were A Fish

Smith, Linda 181

"I AM"

Smith, Nakiyah 123

Lost and Confused

Smith, Sereena 165

Where I'm From

Smith, Waylon 86

The Fish That Had A Dish

Solorzano, Chris 213

Life and Death

Spidle, Hunter 217 The Unlucky One Stabler, Adrianna 25, 77, Summer Gone; A Million Words; Missing 78 Parts Stacey, Carly 108 Stallworth, Dominique 58, 62

The Unwanted Storm

Stallworth, Kyree 43

Fall

Steadham, Dustin 214

Horses

Stewart, Ally 148

A Guy Named Fred

Straughn, Josef 176

Hester Prynne

Syphrit, Allie 157

I Am From

Taylor, Jamiya 173

Fish

Taylor, Margaret 21

Dear John

Thomas, Destiny 147

Music

I Am; Memories

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Tillman, Daniel 155

I'm From

Tucker, Shatoya 63

The Heaven's Crying I Fear

Walker, Alexsondra 190

Joyful Death

Walker, Caitlin 60

I Am

Walker, Keshonia 52

I Remember, I Feel, I Hate

Wallace, Amy 145

Spring

Wasden, Matthew136

The Latern

Welch, Trinity 119

If I Were A Fish

Whigham, Demetria 212

2012

Whiting, James 23

Big Daddy

Wiggins, Brian 87

If I Were A Fish

Williams, Dimitrik 26

Late Night Walk

Williams, Savon 54

Old Days

Williams, Shaquandra 166 Where I'm From Williams, Shiaterrica 200

Your Smile

Williams, Takeia 49

Just Being me

Wilson, Katie 137, 138, 139 Love Dreams; I Am; Dream Wells Wilson, Kurt 24

It's Lost

Wilson, Timothy 221

A Love Forever Lost

Wood, Carson 184

007

Woods, Danai M. 107

The Marlon Blues

DOG

BRYSON PARKER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I like to play with my dog. My dog is not a frog. My dog is not a bog. My dog is not a log. My dog is not a jog. My dog is not a hog. I like to play with my dog.

FALL

KAMRYN FLETCHER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

My favorite season is fall. I go to the mall. I play with my ball. I met a tall doll. I went to the hall. I played with my doll. My mom I call. My favorite season is fall.

THE MASK ASHLEY M. BOOTHE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Glassy glares embroidered with jester smiles, A pedestal rises for all to see, Happiness and strength run for miles, What meets the eye seems fine to me. Closed doors reveal even more, Tear‐stained pillows expose the true emotion, We see now on the inner core, Her prayers explain the hurtful commotion. A two‐way mirror reflects the correlation, Of what is real & what is mask. The inner being is under examination, With fooled souls too ignorant to even ask. The mask is thick enough to trick the closest and smartest of people, How strange this troubled soul may be beneath your very own steeple.

THE SPLIT

ASHLEY M. BOOTHE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Every day brings more decisions, The answers may bring oh, such divisions. Irony of such brotherly love, Flies out one’s mind as quickly as a dove. Christians all preach love and peace, But opposite words and actions they release. A double‐minded man is unstable in all his ways, Funny how one chooses which mind‐set he rotates by the days. Such sacred places become deadly war zones, With Christian soldiers left with nothing more than groans. How simple it should be to agree to disagree, The carpet blue or green makes no difference to me. Every mind is unique in how one thinks we all do know, The Christian actions of love and peace most forget to show.

JAMES JUANITA JIMERSON LANDRUM GILBERTOWN, ALABAMA She sat by the window Looking down the road Watching for her child to come home She smiled so sweetly As she thought about the day he was born Her smile began to fade When she realized we would never be coming home again God had taken him to be with him And now he was with the angels singing so sweetly One day soon she would join him Time passed slowly But one day the angels came Now they are together looking down the road for the others to join them

DEAR JOHN MARGARET TAYLOR GILBERTOWN CAMPUS Beloved you came to me At the perfect time of life You rescued me from A world of strife We had a life of joy untold Always bringing loved ones into the fold When it was time for you to go away I really prayed that you could stay But it wasn’t meant to be the way I know that I will be with you again one day.

I AM SYDNEY FEASTER MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I am a tall girl that's afraid of growing up. I wonder what plans God has for my life. I hear my world crashing all around me. I see my thoughts and dreams spinning out of control. I want to know what my future holds. I am a tall girl that's afraid of growing up. I pretend that I have all the confidence in the world. I feel the pressure slowly taking my breath away. I touch the burning sun with trembling fingers. I worry about whether or not I am listening to my heart. I cry when I hear a song my grandmother used to sing to me. I am a tall girl that's afraid of growing up. I understand that life isn't fair and never will be. I say that everything happens for a reason. I dream of things unknown even to me. I try to see the light in even the darkest of nights. I hope that I can make a difference in at least one person's life. I am a tall girl that's afraid of growing up.

BIG DADDY JAMES WHITING MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

James Compliant, Penurious, Opinionated, Intelligent Younger brother of Charlie Lover of girls, cars, and money Who feels tired after work, excited on Friday, loved at home Who fears falling off a building, crashing a car, making my mother angry Who would like to see myself on top of the world, my grandmother always happy, my brother succeed with a career in music Resident of Monroeville; 82 Daisy Street Whiting

IT’S LOST KURT WILSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

It’s lost, the battle is over. It’s lost, the place is not there. It’s lost, the thing that binds fellow man. It’s lost, the war long gone. What is lost? My soul, At the Cross, sin I have lost. It’s lost, the pain you caused. It’s lost, the “old man” is gone. It’s lost, the darkness that plagued my life. It’s lost, my destiny no longer yours. For who’s glory is it for? Not mine, But the one called The King of Kings.

SUMMER GONE ADRIANNA STABLER MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL The trees seem to be dancing

Like on a sage Many dancers spinning gracefully and gently Around the main dancer Their branches like arms Moving away from me As they all fall together Ever so gently the wind blows them And shakes their old customs To the ground Summer as gone with its departure Nature wears a new custom

LATE NIGHT WALK DIMITRIK WILLIAMS MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL As I walk down the street Nobody is in sight The sun is down the moon is bright If I shall stumble or I shall fall There won’t be any life for me at all As I continued to walk then I heard a blow It was just the wind but I was wrong though As I continued to walk at my own little pace And five minutes later I was flat on my face The blow got louder but I didn’t care I was too afraid, my life filled with scare Then I saw lights. Wow they’re so bright. Why did I walk on this strange late night?

RACE CAR KEYONTE ROBINSON MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL Wheels Invented machine Turning and riding Burning rubber RACE CAR

SNOW CHRIS CRUTCHFIELD MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL Snow Always Shiny Ever so tiny Always so cold Forever bold Comes and leaves so kindly….

DOES IT KILL TIA CROOK MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL Does it kill to love? Does it kill to fight? Does it kill to dream peacefully and go to sleep at night? It kills to hate But does it kill to dislike? Does it kill to do something wrong even though it’s right? I’m just curious to know How does it really feel?...... I mean I think I understand But does it really kill? Isn’t it really real? Tell me how it does it really feel. Is it helpful or does it make you ill? Have you ever imagined at the age you are now And think you have found the love of your life Still in junior high school and ready to be his wife He’s my night dreamer And brings morning joy, words, numbers, nor symbols Could express, my love for this boy!!!!!!!! 29

UNTITLED DERRICK KNIGHT MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

Sizzling American Meal Looks Scrumptious Between two pieces of bread HAMBURGER Addictive Child’s own world Bright lights A lot of action VIDEO GAME Educator Strict Wants you to be successful Teaches you things TEACHER

OH HOW I WISH I COULD FLY JACKSON CAMPBELL MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL Oh, I wish I could fly with seagulls, Or soar with a graceful swan Over the river of dreams. Oh, how I wish I could fly. I dream of the eagle. Of how peacefully it glides, Even how it feels, Oh, how I wish I could fly. Like a cardinal or canary So free and unharmful. How they sing so beautifully. Oh, how I wish I could fly. Oh, how birds are so shy So graceful and peaceful. Unharmful but scared. Oh, how I wish I could fly.

BALL BAKARI DAILEY MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I love to play ball.

I hope I don't fall. I hit a ball in the hall. After my game I say, "Hey y'all." They said I'm tall. I like them all. I broke a window at the mall. My friends call. Yes, I love to play ball.

BEACH ETHAN SHIRLEY MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I'm going to the beach. I'm going to collect shells that I can reach. I love the beach. It just makes me be rich. We are going to the beach summer each. The beach is a peach. You should go, teach. I'm going to the beach.

THE POOL AMBER PAIRRETT MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I like to swim in the pool. I don't have any tools. I rule the pool. The pool is cool. The pool rules.

BALL JADON CLAUSELL MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL My favorite thing is ball. I like to play in the fall. I like to play by the wall. I'm sure I won't fall. I will play at the mall. I like to play in the hall. My favorite thing is ball.

BALL AVERY FROST MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I love ball. I like them all. I don't like to fall. I go to the horse stall. I throw the horse a ball. I throw it at the wall. I love ball.

MY PET KILEY DEES MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I love, really love my pet He goes to the vet. He is a good pet. My pet I met. My dog gets wet. My dog makes me not fret. I really love my pet.

SHOES CELBY PARKER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I love shoes that are new. I love shoes that are blue. I love shoes, that's true. Out of my shoes I grew. I don't have just a few. I like shoes that are cute. My favorite thing is shoes.

BALL CARMEN ANDERSON MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I love to play ball. I wish I was tall. I like to go to the mall. I like to call. I hit my face on the wall. I get mad when I fall. I like to go to the hall. I like to go to the horse stall. I like to call yall. Truly I like to play ball.

FALL MALIK COOPER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL My favorite season is fall. Sometimes I go to the mall. I will buy my baby sister a doll. I go to the hall. My friends I call. I go to watch football. My favorite season is fall.

FALL PAIGE BURCH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I like to play ball. I like to play in the fall. In fall I go to the mall. It's cool, so I wear a shawl. I like to play in the hall. I go to the horses' stall. My favorite season is fall.

FALL AUSTIN DEAN MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I like to kick the ball. I like to see all the leaves fall. I like the big balls all. I like to hit the ball. I like to go to the mall. My favorite season is fall.

FALL KYREE STALLWORTH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL My favorite season is fall. In fall, I can play ball. In fall, I will be tall. In fall, I will see y'all. In fall, I will go to second grade hall. In fall, I will not be small. In fall, I will go to the wall. In fall, my friends will call. My favorite season is fall.

I AM MY MOTHERS CHILD MEKA LEGGITTE MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I am my mothers’ child I wonder would I ever see her again I hear the heavenly trumpets sounding I see the fluffy white clouds parting for me. I want to see her face again I am my mothers’ child. I pretend we walk and hand and hand I feel the weight on my heart I touch to see how fast my heart was beating I worry what my life would be like without her, I cry because her death was so hurtful I am my mothers’ child I understand why she’s gone now I say “God I thank you for what you have done” I dream one day we’ll meet again I try to hold my head up and smile I hope that when I see her I will have accomplished my dream And I say again I Am my Mothers Child In Loving Memories Luella N Leggitte 44

MY FORSAKEN MEMORIES MEKA LEGGITTE MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Do I remember? Yes, I do! I remember the second the hour and the day my mom died It was the day slipped away. Away from my mind, my body and my soul. I remember it as if it was yesterday. I remember the hollowness, The feeling of nothingness running through my soul I wanted to be free of the pain The silence gave me a chance to reflect on those good days Those days that made me the young lady I am today. The darkness of my past is gone As I wait for myself to arrive back home, I thank God for the lovely past he has shown Now I know my forsaken memories have gone.

LOVE LOST TE’ASIA MASON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Things seemed so perfect in the beginning, Now I fear that it’s the end. I never pictured us ending, But my heart has given up, so I’m giving in. Giving in to the thought of no more you and I, Because things have gotten to be so hard. Strangely. I feel like I’ll be all right, After this, you’ll always have a special place in my heart. It’s not me; it’s you. You’ve changed, I can’t figure out how you feel. Lately you’re so distant and so strange, The way you treat me is unreal. One day you’re the person I fell in love with, The next day you don’t want me around. These constant changes are destroying my heart, But I refuse to break down. If you love me no more, Don’t waste my time. I’ll make it; I’ll be just fine. We stayed together so long, Now you’re about to lose me. Stop being so selfish and think of me, And how you make me feel. You make me regret that you chose me, Why can’t you be real? If you don’t want this relationship, neither do I, Its time to say what’s on your mind. This relationship can work, but if it doesn’t I’ll be fine, 46 Because in the end my heart will always be mine.

MY BROTHER LENNY BREAUNDA HARRIS MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I remember when I was just a little girl. You were always there. I remember when we laughed together. O what great times we shared. I remember when we cried together. You said, “Baby Girl, stop and tell me why.” I remember I had your shoulder to cry on. You thought to yourself, “O my.” I remember I could tell you anything. As we talked, you began to sing. I remember you being more like a father to me. I remember you said you’d be there forever. I remember we agreed to never feel alone. I remember seeing your smile everyday, When you were home. I remember October 26, 2006. The day when we last smiled and cried together. I remember you as a father, Though you were my brother. But now that you’re gone that’s all I can say is. “ I remember, I remember, I remember you, Lenny, as if it was yesterday. 47

DREAMING KADERECK RANKINS MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I have a dream, That I will make it. Throughout life, Accomplishing all goals, And to make things right. I dream beyond the stars, Passing the moon, Am I going to make it, My time will be up soon. Night by night, Day by day, Wondering if the world could be a better place. Dream big, Be yourself, Never rest until your good is better than your best.

JUST BEING ME TAKEIA WILLIAMS MONROEVILLE MIDDLE SCHOOL I open my eyes in the morning The sun is shining so brightly I think to myself, what could it be, how can I fulfill my destiny

Just being me, just being me I’ll be me and you be you Just being me, just being me There’s no telling what I’ll do

The world can be so crazy So many places I want to see So many things I desire to be I think to myself, what could it be, how can I fulfill my destiny

Just being me, just being me I’ll be me and you be you Just being me, just being me There’s no telling what I’ll do

Every night before I sleep I pray that God watches over me I dream of a place far, far away Where I can be who I want to be

Just being me, just being me I’ll be me and you be you Just being me, just being me There’s no telling what I’ll do

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FAMILY DISCORD LESLEY DUMAS MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I don’t remember when it happened, Or why it did. But about my dad’s family, My grandmother just didn’t care. I don’t remember why she loved the others more, Or if I should care if we weren’t welcome at her door. But I think of my sister, And how hurt she has become. All twisted and mangled inside. I do remember crying, Watching another little girl with her grandmother, As my mother wrapped me in her arms, I asked God why did He take my mom’s mother, The wrong one. I remember her explaining, Telling me that God took her home. To keep her from the pain, And I would see her again one day. I remember how much hate, I had in my heart. And how I could never face my dad’s mother again.

FAMILY DISCORD (CONTD)

I remember yelling at her, When my dad was admitted to the hospital. She didn’t know his birth date or any childhood diseases. Her meanness had erased him from her life. I remember watching her leave, I didn’t care. I didn’t want her to be there. How did this painful legacy begin? How will this fractured family end?

I REMEMBER, I FEEL, I HATE KEASHONIA WALKER MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember how it hurt so badly. I remember when I told you and you said. ”It’s untrue.” I remember crying and reacting madly. I remember thinking it didn’t happen to you. I feel used for my body was a temple. I feel sad because you let him invade me. I feel abandoned because my life isn’t simple. I feel lonely because my body was only for me. I hate how I feel when I cry at night. I hate living without you mother. I hate that you chose a man over your child, that isn’t right. I hate that you denied me, so are you really my mother?

UNTITLED JASMINE BENNETT MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

You say one thing but mean another What does love mean to you All I want is for you to tell me the truth You throw rocks and kick dust and hide your hand You must don't know your nothing like her man I've never known someone so fake Someone who can't speak the truth Someone so cruel, someone like you I sit around and reminisce of how I used to enjoy your name Now I see I was just another game And how I know love was all a joke 53

OLD DAYS SAVON WILLIAMS MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember the old days that I had in the “wood.” I’m not talking ‘bout bushes, I’m talking about Rockwood. I remember being bad and fighting everyday, But in school I was an honor roll child. I remember the old days when we all had fun. I remember the old days when it was time for a whipping, I would run. I remember the old days, When I was almost killed, And how God save my life from the car’s wheels. I remember the things I used to go through, And how I prayed every night that it would be day two. I remember the old days, But I’m thankful for the new.

I REMEMBER GRANNY TRE’QUAN CUNNINGHAM MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember Granny and the smell of perfumed candy, Whenever she kissed my cheeks. I remember her smile and friendly expression, Whenever she glimpsed my face. I remember the feeling of being protected, While we walked the present, past and future. I remember the way she hugged me special, Because I was her only grandson. I remember not seeing her one day ever, And being angry because I had no one to blame. But of all the things I do remember, I remember Granny.

MONROEVILLE LAMAIYA PREYEAR MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL This is a place where we can relax With all shades of people‐ yellow, brown, white and black. Some days it might be rainy, some days it might be sunny Whatever it is on that day lots of birds are humming. It’s quiet, peaceful and not loud, Except sometimes when there are clouds. Some roads are bumpy, and some are lumpy But they will always take you to a place where people are happy and funny. So now that you know about our town, Will it hurt you to come around? Monroeville is a place you can stay all day. Come here and you will feel the same way. 56

LIFE’S VOYAGE TAMEKIA PREYEAR RANDALL ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Why do I fight within? Swallow my pride and fail to see the end Life is a journey I cannot prevail If I lose sight of the shore and refuse to sail. Spread my wings and fly to the sky A great blue sky of unlimited dreams. Thinking of the past makes me sing Oh how I rejoice over the small things The things that were near and dear to my inner beings. Longing for a place where we all will be one One race, one man, one woman, yet one of a kind. I keep praying, wishing, and dreaming of the day The day when I will win the race The race of life Living day to day and night to night Trying to overcome the fright of living or should I say the fright of dying. Do we live to die or die to live? I twist and turn and moan and groan As my mind ponders over this one uncertain thing One may answer either way However, I’m grateful to say That living to die or dying to live I’m grateful that our God is willing to forgive.

I AM DOMINIQUE STALLWORTH MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I am an amazing poet who has a way with words. I wonder if you feel the emotions spilling from my life’s story. I hear the silence of the chapter never written. I see the beauty and the essence of true love. I want to surround myself in complete joy and peace. I am an amazing poet who has a way with words. I pretend that my words will somehow touch the soul of another. I feel the emotion of my pen on the paper as I release my innermost thoughts. I touch my heart’s sunset, pouring out the lyrics to my secret song. I worry that no one will ever understand what my heart speaks. I cry when I think about what life would be like if we didn’t ever find love. I am an amazing poet who has a way with words. I understand that I won’t feel this way forever. I say that if I believe, I can achieve I will. I dream of traveling through time from where I am to where I’ve been. I try to move forward but it seems as if the world is holding me back. I hope that my lyrical voice will set me free. 58 I am an amazing poet who has a way words.

I AM HIS ANGEL TAMEKIA HUNT MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I wonder why evil tends to want me. I hear my soul call Him as the silence screams the truth. I see danger as it peeks around corners. I want to see this devious world overcome. I Am His Angel. I pretend that reality is a dream full of distractions. I feel the stares of many. I touch hearts of the fallen. I worry about all of the optimistic people led in the wrong direction. I cry when I hear about how He passed. I Am His Angel. I understand the pain of others. I say this is what I want, but He is the only one who knows. I dream about making history. I try my best to love and cherish Him. I hope one day I get to see His face. I Am His Angel. 59

I AM CAITLIN WALKER MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I am the wind beneath his wings. I wonder if he will ever let me go. I hear his passionate feelings calling me. I see heaven in his eyes. I want this moment to last forever. I am the wind beneath his wings. I pretend our love is enough. I feel his warmth when he’s away. I touch his soul with my words. I worry that our love is fictitious. I cry when I begin to reminisce. I am the wind beneath his wings. I understand nothing last forever. I say, “True love conquers all.” I dream of an everlasting love story. I try not to confuse lust with love. I hope we last forever, that’s more than a day. I am the wind beneath his wings. 60

YESTERDAY NATALIE QUEIJSEN MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember yesterday as the day of unfaithful hearts, As the day of promiscuous lies. I remember yesterday as jealous and un‐helping souls. I remember yesterday’s hesitation and foul play. I remember yesterday’s un‐called for fights. I remember yesterday for the expected visits and scheduled meetings; But I don’t remember yesterday as the day of undefined love. I don’t remember yesterday as an unbelievable happening. I don’t remember yesterday’s risks or its free‐willing life. I don’t remember yesterday for the victorious game of play; But what I will remember is today. Today has promised me a world of adventure. I’m taking it for advantage. 61

MEMORIES DOMINIQUE STALLWORTH MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL My memories let me tell the story of my past.

My memories help me map my future. My memories tell me that one day my grandfather will forgive me. My memories want me to feel what my family feels. My memories let me show my family that it will all be fine. My memories help me to deal with the criticism yet to come. My memories tell me that I will not fail. My memories want me to be the best mom I can be. And the reason why my memories show me so much is because, I’ll be making more of them with my unborn child.

THE HEAVEN’S CRYING, I FEAR SHATOYA TUCKER MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

Oh, how the droplets crash, Against the window pane, The wet tears shattering, Around the world. The thunder roaring, booming, And crashing, The ha bringer of horror flashing, On the horizon. Day by day, Night by night, I’m restless. Wondering about the weather, The terrifying lightening strikes, And the earth shatters thunder. My emotions change, As my vision darkens, I am afraid.

MOTHER CYNTHIA POINDEXTER ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE MOTHER‐‐‐The Title To be selfless‐‐‐‐ To give love‐‐‐‐ What a Joy! To give protection‐‐‐What an Honor!!! Cherished is the title! What is the prize‐‐‐ What is the trill‐‐‐ The satisfaction of seeing a smile, The pleasure of comforting tears MOTHER—the title is MINE!!!

HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA KRISTEN FARROW MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Why must high school be full of drama? Something is always going on. This boy’s with this girl. This girl’s with this boy. Why can’t we all just get along? Somebody’s sitting in the “wrong” seat. Somebody stole my lunch money. Why can’t we all just get along? People fighting over crazy things, risking their high school GPA. Why can’t we all just get along? If high school wasn’t so full of drama, it would be a more enjoyable place. 65

LIGHT AND DARK KAITLIN NELSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Light smiles everyday, While Dark sulks about her running away. Light dances around Dark, As he gives chase to the bright beauty. Dark growls in frustration, While Light laughs in exuberation. Dark lusts over that which he cannot have, As Light hides love that she feels for him. Light and Dark run and chase each other, As the day goes on with no one to bother.

BIRDS MESSENGER CHARLENE MUMM ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Sitting on the bridge listening to the sound of Cicadas singing in the forest telling me my girlfriend had broke up our love. The Myna asked tree branch, “why?” Why a brand new next? Why a change of heart? Is her new nest better than her old? Why has she looked for a new nest? On the other hand, the Parrot cried for you because her perch is no longer there. Your voice and your scent is missing including the sweet you used to hand feed. All birds please take flight and bring my message to her. Tell her to erase all memories of our past love including the Parrot and Myna.

SADNESS SHENEQUEA LETT MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

Sadness is rainy days, Constant crying times. A mixture of woe and aggression, It grabs and holds on to your mind. It discourages the smiles, And encourages the tears. Sadness becomes the clouds That changed your skies from Blue to gray.

A ROCKSTAR! MYISHA MCCLAIN MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I once seen a Rockstar. He had a guitar. That guitar was pretty big. That guitar made a loud noise too. I liked that guitar. I liked the Rockstar too.

BUTTERFLY KIARA ROWELL MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I saw a butterfly fly through the air. It was beautiful to see it glide through the air. I got my net and caught that butterfly. Now what do I do with it? I guess I will feed it a pear.

CAT C.J. SMITH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL There was a cat that sat on my hat. I needed my hat. Can you please get off? But the cat just looked at me. I petted the cat and I feed the cat. Then he got off.

CATS SUMMER PETTIS MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL The cat was mad. The kitten was sad. And I was bad. The kitten had fun. The cat had a nap. I hate a snack. And is that a lot.

MARIO BEST JUMPER JUSTIN HOLLINGER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Mario is a good Jumper. He is better than a bumper. Wario and Zario can’t jump like Mario. Mario rules at jumping. One day Mario was jumping all around a rhino. The rhino got mad and started stamping. The rhino tried to catch Mario, but he was jumping so high, the rhino started to cry.

SPOILED EMERIE MARTIN MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I am a spoiled little girl by my Grandaddy. He gets me everything I want. So I am spoiled, very spoiled. Yes I am.

SUMMER EZRA ARMSTRONG MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL Summer is fun. Summer is hot. Summer is a day for the pool and Summer is a day for water holes. Now summer is done.

THE CAMPING TRIP DARIUS KIMBROUGH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

My family went camping in the woods. I saw bears sleeping there. One bear was playing with a beehive all night long. The next morning, my mom, dad, brother, and I packed up and left. But guess what? My Grandfather is still there hunting bears.

A MILLION WORDS ADRIANNA STABLER MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL A million words I want to say but I do not speak a word. I scream inside‐the tears fill my eyes, and the loneliness just makes it worse. I have learned to say good bye, but still I cry because every day is the same. It starts with laughter and ends with anger. And still I have nothing to say. I cannot utter a sound because I am still bound by this agony I feel inside. While everything's my fault you seem to notice nothing at all. Yet I still proceed in thought while you remain asking Why I am this way.

MISSING PARTS ADRIANNA STABLER MONROEVILLE JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

fairytales do not exist nor do a wakening kiss to save me from this dark abyss. So if I go to sleep tonight no one will expect me to rise in the morning from this peaceful sleep; and if I may fall and not get back up it is because I have no legs. No legs to make me walk around and find the part that can't be found ‐ the missing part of this sad, sad story.

PAST LIFE KAITLIN NELSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember the green hills, As I dream at night. I remember the crisp sea air, As the wind blows through my hair. I remember the love I once shared, As I stared at the blue eyes that will always care. I remember the feel of his hand when we jumped, As I plunged into the cool waters of my soul. I remember my life in the past, As I live through this new one in the present.

JEALOUSY KAITLIN NELSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

Jealousy has red eyes that gleam. Jealousy wears only green. Jealousy is constantly watching, Greedy for things others have. Jealousy loves gossip, Spreading the rumors around. Jealousy is best friends with Wrath, Vindictive and mean. Jealousy knows no pride. We are jealousy.

I THINK JAMARIUS MADISON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I think when I wake things will be better, But I am always wrong, It’s just stormy weather. I think that when I get older, My life will change, Because I try to reach goals, That are not within my range. I think that one day, All this pain will leave, Because joy and happiness is What I am trying to achieve. I think life is a test, Either you pass or you fail; But if I stay on the right track, I will prevail. I think one day, If I make it, kids will say Look up to me, And say “That’s who I want to be.” 81

I REMEMBER CHRISTOPHER DAVIS MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember the constant echo of his yelling, His putrid work clothes smelling. I remember the lies he told, Making my heart and soul so cold. I remember people, Seeing pain in my eyes. But didn’t know it was from my cries. I know he will forever be evil this man. His wicked way I’ll never understand. The man I wanted to kill. Now, he just makes me ill. I remember the day he tried to talk to me, But now his son I don’t wish to be.

GUARDIAN ANGEL DEAUNDRA MCCORVEY MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I remember you were my best friend for life. I remember you were the cousin, Whom I loved most dearly. I remember you were the one I could come to, Whenever I needed help. I remember you would wrap me in your arms, And hold me until I felt safe. I remember you were more like a mother, Than a cousin to me. I remember you were my shining star. I remember you were my conscience, When I done something wrong. That’s why it hurts so bad to know, That a memory you will just be. But every time I get sad, There’s a voice that says “Don’t fret, Little One, The smiles will come again”

MY GRANDFATHER’S SHADOW DOMINIQUE GUY MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I am my grandfather’s shadow. I wonder what life would be like if he was still here. I hear him asking me to go ride with him again. I see him in my little cousin’s face. I want to be able to share everything we did with her when she gets older. I am my grandfather’s shadow. I pretend everything is okay. I feel his presence when I am doing things we use to do together. When I touch his things I sense him smiling. I worry that at any moment everything I love can be taken away. I cry every time I have a dream about him. I am my grandfather’s shadow. I understand that he is not coming back. I say, “I hear and I forget. I see and I remember, I do and I understand.’’ I dream about him walking through the door at any minute. I try to understand why God took him away from us. I hope to see him when I go to heaven. I am my grandfather’s shadow

UNTITLED ASHLEY HOLLILNGER MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Tears in my eyes Trying my hardest not to cry Left pain behind my walls But y’all don’t notice at all Go home everyday wondering why i am this way Who really cares or who is always there Only one i can count on is myself Been through things only i can understand Wondering why can’t they either But they're just people Mortal and human But ignorant and stupid Cut me deeper with your words more than any two‐edged sword could But its alright It always will Go home and take my relaxation pill Crack ‘em open and take my fill Until i feel no pain And then i wonder.... Why?? 85

THE FISH THAT HAD A DISH WAYLON SMITH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL There was an ocean filed with fish, Except one was a little fish with a dish Then he got hungry and he ate. He said it was delicious. Then he went to play And had so much fun to do that Then he was hungrier than he was the first time.

IF I WERE A FISH BRIAN WIGGINS MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

If I were a fish I’d live in a dish I’d splish‐ a‐ splash I’d wish for another dish And some cake That would be delish.

BASKETBALL JORDAN BUTTS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I dream about you at night I wake up and you are one of the first things on my mind When I’m with you everything else doesn’t even matter When we are apart I can’t wait to be with you again I love everything about you

FAMILY JORDAN BUTTS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Without you I wouldn’t be anything You are always there for me when I need you I wouldn’t be half the man I am today without you I can never repay you for the things you have done for me

GIRLS JORDAN BUTTS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE For some reason girls love to talk about guys and how they are dogs But, I’ve seen my share of girls that are much worse Tell you they love you then stab you in the back Don’t ever give them all your trust I won’t ever do it again maybe its cause I have too many scars to begin with!

PLACIDITY CRYSTAL CHUNN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Lights bright‐

Still blinking…

Wind swirling‐

Fresh air…

Music blasting‐

You are speaking…

Let’s take the long way from here.

TO FORGET CRYSTAL CHUNN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Forgetting is a hard act‐ especially if you are unsure, If forgetting is really the act‐ that you want to endure.

DISSOLUTION CRYSTAL CHUNN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Sometimes when no one is around my mind is allowed to wonder. There in my thoughts you are found, when I finally surrender. Every night you arrive, haunting my every dream. Only then do I feel alive, seeing you in moonbeams. I know somewhere I am alive still living my own life. Other parts trying to survive, still torn from all our strife. All of this you’ll never know. I’ll never tell. Knowing you had to go, yet my emotions, I can’t curtail.

CAN’T BE ANYTHING BUT WHAT WE ARE KRISTON SANDERS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

We first met around a campfire Both of us in our river attire Introduced by sheer fate or luck Once we talked, as friends I knew we would be stuck On the playground in the early morning hours We sat and talked in the little kid towers We poured our hearts out to each other We formed a bond as strong as brothers I thought once we left that would be the end I would lose my new best friend But me and you didn’t let it happen that way We exchanged numbers and called everyday Our friendship soon became more than it appeared Something I believe that we both feared Reminiscent thoughts of your palms on hips The way your sweet taste lingered on my lips The lonely and troubled soul locked behind your stare Running your fingers through my brown hair How you whispered love words in my ear You had given me hope only to leave me with tears For the last time, you hand brushes my cheek as we cry You only want to be friends…but we already tried!

MOMMA KNOW LOVE DEONATA JETHROE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE She use to tell me keep my head up when I get down She all smiles, even when life, daddy, n them bills put ha down Momma a queen! She stand tall on ha own ground Graduation night she cried loud tears with a big smile Cause she happy that son got through Now she know I got talent in this ball, so she keep cheering through My momma know love!! But when my brother got killed, Seem like she lost the world That’s y my momma give everything to his baby girl Pain is deep But I see she stayed strong fa me Because I’m my mother’s keeper, and my momma I keep

ONE DAY ROSHANI PATEL ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

One day I will come out of the shadows Of the ideal person, who obeys Every word, ever spoken by the ones They love; one day I will be free To express my feelings without The fear of being punished for what I say One day I will not be afraid to disappoint the ones I love One day I will be able to do as I please without Thinking about the consequences One day I will be free

FIREFLY JESSICA ANN NEWTON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

You are the very brightest firefly Flying in the dark night sky. And when I see you shine I can’t believe you are mine. You make my whole world so bright That I am starting to see things in a new light. You make me feel like a child Chasing after you, running wild. I want to catch you for the whole world to see And once I have you never let you free. You light up my world, and put the stars to shame And since you walked in my life I will never be the same. I had no idea that when I prayed to the man in the sky He would send me the very best firefly. 97

JAPAN ALLIE MERAZ ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

The ground shook, the earth opened. The water receded, it came in waves. No one was safe, people are missing. As if that wasn’t bad, it soon got worse. Japan also faced a nuclear hell. The Nuclear Power Station did take a hit. Explosions and leaks can’t be good. Among the destruction that occurred, radiation soon appeared. From that point on it would only get worse. Tokyo’s water became unclean. Officials were desperate. The ground shook, the earth opened. The water receded, it came in waves. No one was safe, people are dead

BASKETBALL SAGAR LEVA ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Basketball is a wonderful game In which all can play Some even gain fame But lose or win its all ok Dribbling is an important part Making shots is how you score But playing defense would be smart Shots score two or three but rarely four LeBron is the king He can do it all Kobe has the rings And his shots always fall Basketball is a famed sport That many people support

VACATION JUSTIN KENDRICK ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

The turning of leaves and the growth among the breeze, Along with the changes of temperature to our favorite weather, All lead to our favorite season beyond any reason, Spring Break! Spring Break can be fun and adventurous too, With many cities to explore and beaches too, There’s only one break quite like this, so make the best of it and try not to resist.

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LOVE STRUCK STACEY HOWTON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

I In all my time I’ve never been struck Then one day the bells chimed And I hit my luck; When I dropped my dime in front of a truck Then a boy came just in time And I became love struck.

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MY PASSION ANONYMOUS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

There are many things I enjoy to do, Most involve the morning dew. There’s nothing like five o’clock, And my hand nowhere but on a stock. It’s you and nature versus nothing but the wild, You want nothing more but it to last awhile. A strutting turkey or a cupping duck, A striking bass or a monster buck. They give you a rush like some kind of drug, It’s like giving nature one big hug. There my place of peace, my fuel for my soul, With many memories that will take its toll. When your waist deep in ice cold water listening to the quacks, You reach for you gun on the tree hoping to watch them stack. Or a strutting turkey that just flew down from his den, Wanting nothing more than a pretty little hen. I tote my rod and reel with a lot of class, Because I know where to catch all the bass! These things have stolen my heart, They are things I’ll never let get apart. 102

LOVE ANONYMOUS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I believe in love at first sight, It’s the kind of girl you want to hold tight. She’s the kind of girl that you think about all night and day, The one you never let get away. She will drive you crazy and make you think, You’re so in love you use your friends as a shrink. The kind of girl that you can be yourself around, And not have to be ashamed. You want to tell the world about this girl, But you’re too afraid of what they will think, But love has no shame, And sometime guys are afraid of that game, Even if you think she’s tamed. Even in true love there will be fights to cause pain, But it’s just like the sky every now and then doesn’t it rain? If you are truly in love you can’t let those things get in the way, Of your one true love that you want to stay.

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MY ONLY WISH FOR YOU JONATHAN JEFFERSON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

If I could wish upon a star I’d wish you to be by my side I’d listen to your heart beating Synchronized with mine I’d wish to hold you everyday Your body close to mine To feel the warmth of skin on skin You have me so deeply intertwined I’d wish that I could hear your laugh The sound captures my soul Your smile illuminates my heart It makes me lose control If I could wish upon a star I’d wish to feel your love To finally experience What I’ve been dreaming of

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JUST BELIEVE RHONDA LONGNECKER ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE On November 6th you were born with love and care, No more than six miles away, you are buried there. From your first loving stare, To your final, frightened look of despair. From the memories that we have today, Of the little red wagon in which you use to play, To your face distorted with terror as you Shield yourself from that gun, While the killers laugh as if they’re Having fun.

The only thing that keeps us going is Hope……. Knowing you died for what you believe in Is how we cope You were under the table; hands clasped in Prayer, Our only regret is that we weren’t Able to be there. From the vibrant, trusting child To a sulking stranger, You’ll never understand how that Brought danger. From the spells inscribed in the book 105

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You wrote, You and your friend were planning to Slit our throats. “Prick your finger it is done, The moon has now eclipsed the sun. The angel of dark has spread his wings, The time has come for better things.” Your life was changed on that glorious night, As you searched for that everlasting light, You have overcome the temptations of life, And found the freedom away from all the strife. In an age where image is everything, You weren’t afraid to make a stand, What would you have done right then If you were dealt her hand? You believed that actions speak louder than words, So, why did everyone listen to what they heard See her fight for her life, Like a soldier in strife, Hear the stories her life tells, 106 And remember them well.

THE MARLON BLUES DANAI WOODS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Let me start off by saying I hate you I hate the way I think about you I hate the way you make me laugh How every second of the day I wait and wait and wait For my phone to ring I hate the way you kiss me I hate the way you hug me I definitely hate the way you make love to me Every moment we spend together I cherish because I don’t know if I will every have another I hate the mystery about you I hate your style I hate your smile And I hate how fine you are Truth is I love everything about you

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THE UNWANTED STORM CARLY STACEY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Nervously she waits, wondering what the day will bring. She throws back the curtains and in the distance sees clouds approaching. Will a storm emerge? She worries about that storm that could ruin her day. She looks out the window and a ray of sunlight catches her eye. Her worry was for nothing; her fear has gone away.

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WHERE I BELONG ANONYMOUS ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE When I look at the sky, I see blue When I look into my heart I see you When I close my eyes and see your face I just want you to come back so I’ll have someone to embrace You’re my partner and my best friend When it comes down to it I’ll always have your back in the end When day turns to night you’re by my side One day I swear you will be y bride Every second I’m away I wish I was coming home to stay You’re my beauty queen Like the world has never seen When we are riding and I hear our song I know this is right where I belong

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THE RIVER JESSALYN HOFFMAN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Down at the river

Down at the river, it is cold and drear

Down at the river, there is no pier

Down at the river, at times it is queer

Down at the river, you are full of fear

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UNTITLED HUDSON JORDAN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

He is your neighbor, He is your friend He doesn’t get paid but he does it again Fight’s all night while you sleep tight You hear the sirens go by deep in the night He doesn’t get a thank you but he still cares Even when nobody knows that he’s there He tries his best to save a life even if cost a great sacrifice He runs in when we all run out doesn’t even know if he will make it out He does this time and time again trying to help out anybody he can.

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IF YOU KNEW ME CODY MARTINIE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Maybe if you knew me you could see, I am not the person you thought that I should be. Maybe if you knew me you could say, I am quite different and odd in many ways. Maybe if you knew me you could hear, Behind this smile hides a lifetime of tears. Maybe if you knew me you could understand, I can only be the something that I am.

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THAT NIGHT SHAYLA GRIFFIN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

That night was a night I would never forget, That night was a night filled with joy and excitement, That night was the night that I found myself, within myself, Oh that night filled with many, many memories of enjoyment, That night was a night I would never forget.

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MY VOICE VANESSA GREEN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Sometime I feel like my voice cannot be heard I feel trapped and in pain because my voice cannot be heard Looking and searching for someone to hear my voice but that someone cannot be found Screaming at the top of my lungs but there is no sound Searching for that someone to hear my voice but that someone cannot be found Tears start to roll down my cold cheeks because my voice cannot be heard Feeling lonely and empty inside because of the fact that no one can hear my voice Looking and searching for someone to hear my voice but that someone cannot be found I look in the mirror at myself and began to speak to my reflection but to here is no sound I scream at the top of my lungs once more and surprisingly my family And friends run to me and asked why are you screaming and I smiled gently and said you heard my voice 114

THE SOLDIER CRYSTAL RUSH ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

I am brave when I don’t want to be I am strong when I feel weak I am here when I want to be there I am a soldier when I am a son I am a soldier when I am a husband I am a soldier when I am a father I smile when I want to cry I salute when I want to crumble I fight when I want to run I am a soldier when I am sleeping I am a soldier when I am home I am a soldier when I am able I carry on when it hurts the most I do not falter when it seems unbearable I will not stop when I know I can’t win I am a soldier when I hurt I am a soldier when I am happy I am a soldier when I have fallen I stay strong when I know I must I help others before I help myself I am there when my country calls I am a soldier May we never forget nor take for granted the brave men and women of our country that have answered the call of a nation in need.

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IF I WERE A FISH DAMARIUS SMITH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would be so happy because I can Grant people a wish a dish I will swish through the open water and swim with the other fish But I do not like the open water.

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IF I WERE A FISH ZALERIA PRIMM MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I’ll swim down the swish To get the dish. If I were a fish I’ll wish. If I was a fish I’ll swim around cause somebody Gonna catch me. I’ll eat the bait and run away.

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IF I WERE A FISH KATELYNN MALOY MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would want a dish. If I were a fish I would want to swim. If I were a fish I would want to wish. If I were a fish I would be delicious to eat. I would like to be a fish.

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IF I WERE A FISH TRINITY WELCH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL A Fish made a wish for a dish Then he made a wish for a swish Then he made a wish for a fish Then he made a wish for something “delish”.

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IF I WERE A FISH KAINE SMITH MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL One day I was a fish. Then I wished a wish. And I still was a fish

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SCHOOL STEVEN PREYEAR MONROEVILLE MIDDLE SCHOOL School is a place for reading, School is a place for fun, School is a place for students to explore and learn, School is a place to earn a degree, So you can be who you want to be. When I go to school, I want to study psychology, I want to learn science, math, and biology,

I want to learn English and study history, I want to draw, write, and read books about mysteries. So when you go to school, Think of this poem, ‘Cause when you think of this poem, You’ll want to learn, learn, learn.

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HAIKU KAYSHA MURRY WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Rain falls in the day Scattering the ants and the bugs Ruining their day

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LOST AND CONFUSED NAKIYA SMITH ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I am lost and confused Don’t know where my life is headed Scared of actually living life Doing what I said I’m gonna do Being who I said I’m gonna be Doubling the person within me Who isn’t? If you are like me understand that In life you shouldn’t be afraid to live Take each day as if it were your last Forget the past Love all day And never forget you’re never lost and confused But forget how deep your emotions Are in your soul.

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IF I WERE A FISH HALEY MILLER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would be on a dish A dish full of fish I would like a swish! Oh, how they think I’m delish! And how I wish I weren’t a fish! Because I’d be on a dish! And a dish is not a place for a fish! I saw a fish on a dish he had a swish of milk I made a wish, but then something happened I ate the delish fish. It was very good. But I ate him by accident Now my sister is going to cry I am going to tell her I am sorry. Your fish had a swish, The dish had a fish. And now it is gone

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IF I WERE A FISH CALEB JONES MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would eat fish food. I would also eat and sleep. I would also sleep on a dish, that is what I would do. But the food would have to be good food.

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IF I WERE A FISH ZACHARY POTTER MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would Swish through the water. I would wish I could be out Of water, and not to be a fish on a dish, nor to be delish.

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IF I WERE A FISH CARLY MCCORMICK MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would swish, swish, swish, And I would wish while I swish, swish, swish And while I swish I will do the wish dish dance.

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IF I WERE A FISH MOLLY MACCAUGHELTY MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

If I were a fish I would make a wish to be human And not go swish, swish, swish, swish And I would have my food in a dish DELISH!

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IF I WERE A FISH ABBY DUMAS MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish, I wish to be on a dish. If I were a dish, I wish I were a kiss. If I were a kiss, I wish I were a swish. If I wish to be a swish I wish I were a swish for a fish. If I were a kiss I wish I were a dish. If I were those words I wish I were a fish again.

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MISSION STATEMENT JUSTIN HORTON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE My mind is my weapon, fueled by my imagination. It has the power to reflect upon countless observations. As I stride through my life, my will stays unbounded. My body is the only thing seemingly keeping me grounded. Grotesque demons take the form of worldly tribulations; Utterly determined on obstructing my most vital observations. My power to overcome is luckily indestructible; As I strive to sustain a life that is, more or less, comfortable. I shall continue to walk the path that I have instinctively chosen; My soul the only one knowing where it is that I am going.

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UNTITLED JUSTIN HORTON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Babble into this tendered time of mine, disgruntled locks of pre‐ordained mis‐comings. Not looking or touching, only feeling with the soul. As the chimes of rhymes begin to toll. Do you hear my blunders? My shallow rev‐rolls? Or do you turn a snide lark like that of a khol’s. Let your deadly courageous wages journey you to the infinite revels of the celestial devils. Post sporn, as your tender spirit spokes with the timidness of a bar‐lapping syringe. Only me... destine rocked to fill that void, can make you whole again...

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DANGER AHEAD JUSTIN HORTON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Mists of morning cover the way home. Road signs, obscured by veils of fog, make hazardous long stretches of road intermingled with short, sudden stops. Always traveling forward, homeward, never gaining mileage for the effort. Adding years, laugh lines, and crow’s feet to the journey’s approaching end. Sirens screech, announcing the injured or dead. Uninsured, unremembered, untold lives fly past like the hurry of cars leading to important dates and places. Living fast, ignoring the unseen and unknown serves to remind the eager and aggressive, “Watch the road, danger ahead.”

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RAIN, COFFEE, AND COLD, PARIS STREETS DR. MELINDA BYRD‐MURPHY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I watch time pass by in slow degrees, another gray hair, a deeper wrinkle than the day before. Laugh lines stay longer, like a guest who forgets the three day rule. The worry‐creases deepen in my forehead as I think of words I used to know and can’t recall no matter how hard I try. The impermanence of beauty bothers me just a little – okay – a lot, but the loss of creativity and the ability to see beauty in other objects, through other outlets, bothers me more. I don’t want old age and lines of experience to erase or forget my favorite lines in a song, the color and brush stroke of a Matisse, The words of a poem that make me think of rain, coffee, and cold, Paris streets.

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The meaning of poems sometimes escape me, a simple mind, but the melody, the pain, the thoughts behind the lines come through the page or out of the poet’s lips, reminding me of rain, coffee, and cold, Paris streets. I think I need poetry more than it needs me. My feeble attempts at writing a poem worthy of Edna St. Vincent Millay fall short every time. My conscience thoughts keep would‐be poems bottled up and hidden, running from the truth. Good poetry is like good sex. There is not enough of it. I crave good poetry, a line or even just a word written that reminds me to feel young again, embrace life and recall rain, coffee, and cold, Paris streets . 134

LIFE WITHOUT STRESS DR. MELINDA BYRD‐MURPHY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Smokers wouldn’t know what to do, no stress cripples the need for nicotine, that seductive weed of relaxation that flows through your brain like a super‐ charged dose of lithium. After‐work social drinkers couldn’t handle life without stress, the need for one, maybe two drinks at your favorite bar when the glass of Merlot or bottle of Michelob drowns the day’s problems. Worry‐warts would need to find another source for their troubles without stress keeping them from always saying, “No” when they really mean, “Yes” and wouldn’t a “yes” feel better afterwards?

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THE LANTERN MATTHEW WASDEN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE My lantern guide me through the world, It shining beam reveals golden clouds that rain on certain men, It gleams the faces of those who stand on chairs, The lantern burns brighter the more I see. It reveals the wondering begging walkers, It shines on the leaders with their masks of clay, And the lantern reveals my shadow that clings to me; My every fear and regret. The lantern burns brighter the more I see.

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LOVE DREAMS KATIE WILSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Love dances through the moonlight dreams of a lover’s smile. She sways though a forest of people, binding them into pairs. Love weaves together our hopes and dreams, She binds us together by our heartstrings. Love dusts away our fears and dreams. She hides our mistakes with a crooked smile. Love wipes away our midnight stains, And carries us into the bright day.

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I AM KATIE WILSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL I am a child of God whose prayers reach heaven.

I wonder how soon I will rise up to heaven. I hear the songs of angels on the winds. I see the smiles of the saints. I want to spread the truth to the world. I am a child of God whose prayers reach heaven. I pretend to reach the floors of heaven. I feel the streets of gold beneath my feet. I touch the hand of God to bring myself strength. I worry I will never be strong enough to give myself entirely to God. I cry for those who do not know Jesus. I am a child of God whose prayers reach heaven. I understand those who weep for lost loved ones. I say someday we will sweep past this world into heaven. I dream of the truth being revealed to all. I try to live a life for others to follow. I hope that all will meet God. I am a child of God whose prayers reach heaven 138

DREAM WELLS KATIE WILSON MONROE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

I dance among the dream wells. I dance beneath the shooting stars. I dance in starlit meadows, And I dance among the mothers of the forest. I dance with the playful wind, I dance alongside the elves. I wake up to find I am still in class.

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MY FIRST CRUSH SIGRID BOGGAN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I see him everyday

but I don't know what to say he looks at me and I look away so he couldn't see that I wanted him to stay I like the way he smile I feel like such a child because i'm dreaming about us walking down the aisle I don't really know this guy but i really wanna catch his eye he's everything rolled into one got a smile brighter than the sun and I can't stop this rush because he's my first crush 140

GOODBYE SIGRID BOGGAN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Do you know what its like to tell the one you love goodbye to tell him that your dreams together died to tell him that he's not the guy for you all out of the blue Saying goodbye is hard to do Especially when you know its not you You say its not his fault that you just grew apart when you know its not true when everybody knows bout her but you You said you'd faithfully be mine you said we'd last until the end of time you said you'd always have my back I guess you finally took those words back

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777 WILLIAM BODIFORD ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

A bird swooped down from the sky: He did not know anyone was there; He grabbed a rodent from behind‐ ‐ ‐ And away he flew with his prize. To a nearby branch he enjoyed his feast‐ ‐ ‐ After the feast, he flew for a drink of dew. And then stepped backwards in the grass, ‐ ‐ ‐ To let the presence of a stranger pass. He watched with gleaming eyes, That rushed from side to side, ‐ ‐ ‐ They were gleaming like stones of ruby, I thought He spread his wings so wide. Like one in fear; cautious, I offered him a splendor of rum, He then lowered his wings, ‐ ‐ ‐ And stepped from the hidden scene.

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THE EARLY BIRD MICHAEL KIMBERLY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I opened my eyes the morning to behold A glorious day began to unfold Greeting the morning bright and fair Singing with joy a chill in the air The ground freshly tilled by the hand of man Bearing delicious gifts brown and tan Down I swooped quick and away To snatch my unsuspecting prey To my surprise a feathered foe Made the dive before and below Claws and feathers blow after blow Scattered feathers far high and low While we fought to my behest A starling swooped in and grabbed the best Nursing wounds a story to tell The early bird will hunger quell

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TAKE THE TIME RENE GRIMES ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

Time, I have no time. You know, the time to do this and the time to do that. I have no time. “Take the time”…What? Who said that? What do you mean, take the time, I have no time! “Yes you do, take the time.” Eyes are welling, face is glowing. What? I told you, I have no time! It’s the end of a beautiful day. How dare you say, “Take the time”! The spring breeze is blowing. You don’t know, you just don’t know what I have to do every day! A clean fresh rain, the grass is green. My paper is due and I have so much to do! The birds are singing. Spring is here. I have cleaning and laundry and dishes too! Greeting of panting and I’m glad your home. How dare you say, “Take the time” You are less than half my age! Ok, ok, I will feed you. Where are those puppies? You just don’t know! Oh, there they are, seven in all. You…that is younger than my youngest, you just don’t know! Oh my, they are so full of energy and life and love. Maybe I will take a few moments…and play…and feed… and are for these seven. Maybe I should take a look around, and listen… Maybe I should take just a few moments…and breathe in… 144 and breathe out…Maybe I should take the time…

SPRING AMY WALLACE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE It is my time It is my season So to the summer You time is close But it is not yet To the fall your time Is not yet And to the winter You have a long time to go So until then My flowers will bloom The sky will be clear or cloudy So the summer, fall and winter It is my time not yours And soon it will be spring again

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LEEANNA DEBRA JIMERSON ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE When picking out my name It was perfect since my name and my parents are the same name My parents met at Alabama’s Fort Morgan Both being scholars, they included it and the game When I was born I looked like my Gran A Kay and McIlwain, too, so they combined the name Now my eyes are blue and sunny too With shining gold hair peeking through I look like combination of the two And I have a loving big sister too We laugh and giggle Like sisters do And I coo and smile Then snuggle and sleep awhile Adored by all Before they fall In love, always

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MUSIC DESTINY THOMAS JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL The nice rhythm of the beat. The steady flow of the lines. The words say something to me. The nice little rhyme. I wonder how they make it all come together in order and harmony. I wish at times I could do what they do… only sometimes I do. Music, oh how I love it. I could listen to it everyday. Just listen to their beat. Wishing I could meet them and do a little song of my own. Then they tell me my lyrics were great. Oh, how their music flows into me and how I can memorize their beautiful words. How everything just comes and fits like they belong together.

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A GUY NAMED FRED ALLY STEWERT JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL There once was a guy named Fred Who always poked himself with lead He began to cry And wondered why He always hid in his shed.

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WHERE I AM FROM T’KEIYAH POWE JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from a family that lives in Salipta, Alabama I am from a family of a brother and a mother I am from a family where we listen to Gospel like “Amazing Grace How Sweet the Sound” I am from a family where a relationship with God is important I am from a family where we are not lucky, we are blessed I am from a family that loves and cares about me I am from a family where going to college matters I am from going to Washington, D.C., for my grades I am from a Beta Club where keeping my grades up is required I am from a 4‐H Club where we do fun and interesting activities I am from the court where running and playing and shooting and scoring is fun I am from, well, wonderful things.

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I AM FROM... ZEKE NETTLES JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from a little country town in the South where the old people are quick to shut your mouth. I am from a town where football is praised where rednecks are drunk and crazed. I am from shrill cries and lots of fear Where army bases and army uncles are always near. I am from cows and horses running through the pasture Where dogs obey their masters. I am from collard greens and cornbread, Where a fox’s skin is always red. I am from coon traps and hunting deer Where grunting hogs you always hear. I am from where pitbulls are chasing ya, Where grown men are racing ya. I am from Auburn vs. Bama on Saturday Super Bowl on Sunday I am from Jackson, Alabama. A little town, southward bound, but no one ever has a frown.

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SUE CARDWELL CHELSEY SIMPSON CLARKE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL

My neighbor and friend She met her end Cancer was the cause We should applaud Jesus felt it was time She’ll remain in hearts and minds She feels like my grandma Missing her I would trade the finest fur Just to have her back in my life I love Sue She was always on cue Knowing when to be a mother and friend

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MY MOZART ENSONEL CHARILY HOPE READY CLARKE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Thou art confused what to feel Love, hate, fear, happy, sad Thou art confused enough to kill Thou are mad I love thee can’t you see Don’t be down Don’t hate me Don’t thee frown Do the hate Do thee love Give me a date I love thee like a dove Do I need to change Give me a range

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I’M FROM… KEONATAE’ ERVIN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from Leroy, Alabama, Tucker Circle. I love it there because I have so many memories. When I was growing up, I used to ride my bike with my cousins. I used to play hide and seek with my cousins. The reason I say cousins is because we lived in a circle of nothing but cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and great‐grandparents. All we did was play with each other. I’m from mud riding because when I’m at my dad’s house, we mud ride through muddy trails on land that my grandma and grandpa own. We ride through a lot of mud. We do doughnuts in the mud. We drift through the mud. Me and my cousin follow each other through the muddy trail and through the bumpy mud holes. We have fun when our fathers and uncles go mud riding with us. I’m from a family that’s caring and that loves me. I am from a loving family where I have two brothers and two sisters that drive me crazy, but I love them to death, though. I have loving parents that ell me no when I ask for something that I don’t need. I have loving grandpar‐ ents that tell me they love me, but when I ask for money, I sometimes get it. I am from a loving family that loves me no matter what I do.

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I AM FROM X’ZAVIER SCOTT JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from the Old pine trees of Walker Springs, Alabama.

I am from a big happy and enjoyable family.

I am from the heart and soul of music such as rap, hip hop, and R & B.

I am from the stadium and lights of the football field.

I am from the hardcore of the video game.

I am from the long, slippery floor of bowling. I am from the old eastern south of the country. I am from the mud sliding, dirt riding of the fast powerful four wheeler.

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I’M FROM DANIEL TILLMAN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from a home of loving people, I’m from the smell of home cooked meals, I’m from a family that loves each other, and the love of dogs. I’m from fires every Saturday night, and roasted marshmallows. I’m from the games – football and baseball, I’m from hunting in the winter, and fishing in the summer. I’m from the talents of drawing , I’m from the presence of good friends, and a whole lot of fun.

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WHERE I’M FROM JASMINE MARTIN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from a family that is loving I’m from a lot of dogs that are so sweet I’m from a lost uncle that brought me everything I’m from music that I listen to on my ipod. I’m from a church that likes to praise the Lord. I’m a place that is called Jackson, Alabama. I’m from a sport that I love the best ‐ basketball. I’m from a school that has a lot of kids in it. I’m from a lot of good food that I can eat everyday. I’m from a phone that I can text on until my fingers hurt.

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I AM FROM ALLIE SYPHRIT JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from church down the long dirt road. I am from hot Alabama summers. I am from bruises, scratches, and tears. I am from cousins who love me. I am from mud riding with cousins and friends. I am from LONG four‐wheeler rides. I am from Greeks and rivers. I am from camping. I am from Mama’s beauty shop. I am from hugs and kisses from Mama and Daddy. I am from my grandparents. I am from laughter and smiles I am from family get‐togethers. I am from aunts and uncles. I am from my brother and sisters who I love.

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WHERE I’M FROM GREG JACKSON JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from a place called Jackson I’m from playing outside until 10:00 I’m from hanging out with my friends I’m from having cook‐outs and having family time I’m from going to church listening to the Lord’s word I’m from going to school to learn I’m from a concrete road I’m from riding bikes and four‐wheelers I’m from getting an education.

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WHERE I’M FROM DYLAN ALLEN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from McCants Field or Legion Field playing for the AHSAA State Championship. I’m from weekend trips with my family. I’m from deep heritage which is waking up before daylight to hear an old turkey answering a hoot owls call or a pack of dogs chasing white tail deer through the woods. I’m from church where everybody is welcome no matter what.

I’m from yearly traditions like watching Alabama football games every Saturday and cooking out.

I’m from summer on the river with my dad spending the night in a tent.

I’m from hanging out with friends on Friday nights after football games.

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WHERE I’M FROM KENNEDI MARTIN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from the love, the laughter, the happiness, and a kind, loving family. I am from the fired chicken, the macaroni, collard greens, and the potluck at church.

I am from Jackson Middle School. Where the girls and guys are gossiping and fighting. I am from Jackson Middle School where the principal has very strict rules.

I am a girl that goes to church on Sunday and participates in the church activities. I am from a family of God who tries to do the right thing.

I am from the R & B and hip‐hop. I like Trey Songz, Drake, Nikki Minaj, and many more. I am from Jackson. When there is a party, they are bopping and popping. I am from hitting homeruns, running through bases like lightning. I am the third base catching softball girl. I am from a mother and father who always say, “Do unto others as you want them to do to you.” I am the girl who always says don’t let the looks fool you. I can be a good girl or a bad girl – just don’t push my buttons. I am where I’m from because I was taught right.

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WHERE I’M FROM BRITTANY PRITCHETT JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from Jackson, Alabama. I live in Walker Springs. From the railroad tracks to the rivers. From the trees to the bees which are all around.

During the day I always play softball, talk on my phone, And sometimes sing songs.

I have a very different personality. I love games. I have a lot of talent, I like fingernail polish, and I love my previous and gracious God.

I talk to friends, I love my clothes, and my shoes, too! I love my family. I help my grandmother a lot. I read many books, and I get interested a lot.

I ride four‐wheelers over dirt piles between trees, in the wind, and I will do it all over again.

I love my hot dogs and grits, too. When you see me I am eating and humming, too. I love grape kool‐aid. I don’t know about you. When my mom makes it, you will love it, too.

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WHERE I’M FROM JOHNISHA CRAYTON JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from downtown Jackson From great parents and awesome brother and sister and lovely dog. My cellphone helps me learn about a lot of stuff Like how to count to a hundred backwards and forwards in 8 minutes and run around the track in 3 minutes. I wouldn’t know how to get along if I had no friends. My friends are like goons – we act like animals. We have everyone’s backs forever.

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WHERE I’M FROM SHAKINAH KELLEY JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from a home with only a few people, but we’re very tight. From a home whose doors are always open to those in need.

I’m from a family with high hops for the future – a family who would do anything to help you.

I’m from my friends who are wild and crazy‐ friends who love to gossip and spread the word.

I’m from a church family who should very well be called my immediate family. I’m from two pastors as parents, everywhere I go, I hear, “Be careful because people are always watching you.”

I’m from music, mainly Christian rap with Cantton Jones, Da’ Truth, P‐Dube, etc. From clapping my hands and nodding my head.

I’m from a school where my teachers are pretty much my parents. A school where anything lower than a “C” would be unacceptable.

I’m from grandparents raising me ever since I was a little baby – from them and my parents teaching me the morals of life.

I’m from the beach, where the hot sun beats down on you as you smell the fresh saltwater enter your nostrils. 163

I AM FROM RAVEN BRYANT JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from Jackson, AL.

I am from a hard‐working family. I am from a family that cares about their loved ones. I am from a mother and father that care about me and my personality, and my health. I am from aunts and uncles who care about one another –that will take care of me and others. I am from a sister and brothers that are really talkative and fun to be around. I am from a family who loves to talk and play games and laugh and cheer through their pain. I am from a mother that loves and cares about me and many people’s children –

who will buy them things that bring them to tears of joy in their fear.

I am from a mother that pampers me, my sisters, and little cousins. I am from a father that loves me and spoils me all the time, and he will give me his very last dime.

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WHERE I’M FROM SEREENA SMITH JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I am from Nashville, Tennessee, where wild horses run and nature is everywhere. I am from where family and friends mean everything and where my sister Alexis and I meet new friends and where true friends don’t judge you and like you for you.

I am from where my sister‐in‐law, my mom, my dad, and sisters love me. I am from where the sports I play with my friends, where you can always get a homerun if you keep practicing, where you can always play archery, and where you can hit the ball over the net only as long as you don’t miss hitting the ball.

I am from where your personality is rich and where you wouldn’t be judged on what languages you speak and what nationality or nationalities you are.

I am from a family with lots of pets – from snakes to horses.

I am from a crazy family. My mom is a Portuguese mom, and my dad is a full American dad.

I am from where my dad says that I am kind of easy to teach. I am from where my horses and my friends’ horses can run, sprint, and jump around. I am from a music loving state and family.

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WHERE I’M FROM SHAQUANDRA WILLIAMS JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL

I’m from Jackson, a small town I’m from Aggie nation where purple and gold runs through our veins.

I am from a loving mother and a strict father. I’m from having only grandmothers, grandfathers died before I grew. I am from friends who turn into family. We talk, laugh, and cry together.

I am from poems, writing and reading them. Love and funny to sad and mad. I’m from reading books. Some from murders and others from ghosts.

I’m from singing in the shower – pop and R & B. “Waking Up in Vegas” “If I Were a Boy” I am from being that little girl who dresses up in her mother’s clothes and shoes.

I am from loving. Loving people and myself. I am from being loved. I am from believing in more than dreams, but always in myself.

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WHERE I’M FROM DIAMOND PUGH JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL I’m from lots of friends I’m really a nice person if you don’t mess with me. I’m from being creative. I love to decorate things – shoes, my room, and my clothes. I’m from jewelry – I love jewelry. That’s my favorite stuff in the whole wide world. And I’m from family. I love my mom and dad and my aunt. They are my life.

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WHERE I’M FROM ASHLEY CHAPMAN JACKSON MIDDLE SCHOOL

I am from the macaroni, fried chicken, cornbread, sweet potato pie, and pork chops.

I am from a family that encourages me to do well in school and to be good and graceful but most importantly, a respectful person.

I am from orange dirt and grass on fields, also hard, smooth floors – listening to the umpires and referees make bad calls.

I am from the care I show people, not only trying to help someone, but also to brighten someone’s day up during the good times or bad. The sun doesn’t always shine.

I am from believing that everything happens for a reason, knowing that every day won’t be a bad day and believing that the storm will soon be over.

I am from a very light skinned mother and a dark skinned daddy that loves me very much.

I am from music such as Kirk Franklin, Donnie McClurkin, and the Canton Spirituals.

I am from a wondering and amazing family, awesome best friends, and a wonderful personality.

But best of all, I am from beautiful blue skies and believing that I have a Father above who died for my sins and that He protects and guides me through the hard times. I put Him first in everything I do. Jesus Christ is my Savior. 168

MY MOTHER’S DAY POEM NICHOLE LYNN GUNTER ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE A mother is more than a person She is apart of who you are A mother teaches you from wrong to right She is never to far from your heart. Many mothers ask themselves what have I done wrong You have done nothing wrong, you have been right all along We might seem that we don't care what you say, but we do care right from the very start. We feel like outsiders, but because of you we belong. To a mother that loves and cares We love you and because of you our hearts will never tear You have stood by us from the very start and it's all we can bear With your help we will learn to do our part I now understand a mother is more than a person She is apart of who you are and with her help we will always go far with a Helping Heart

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LOVE BRITTANY PREYER ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE Love is necessary Love is overrated Love is joyful Love is painful Love makes you happy Love makes you cry Love makes you sad Love causes you to die Love is for fools Love is for ghouls Love is crazy and sane people too Love is here, there, and everywhere Love makes you crazy Love makes you love daisies Isn’t that quite crazy To be a little bit hazy when it comes to love and daises

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THE HIDDEN GLOW SHANDA BARNETT ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE The joy of doing good Comes deep from within The reward is worth the torture Within this world of sin Instructed by the book of love To follow or not you must decide Ridicule, judgment and deceit are there All for you to bear Within all the corruption of this world today Everyone must follow‐ But when the beating within your heart Does not allow this to be Another place, a different time that is where you are –you see‐ The joyous place from once you came Home is just a prayer away Open the door and just come right in No more will you be faced with sin From the horrible place where you had to find Love and peace within A gift from the Great Divine Why not let it shine‐ A great gift for a Great Gift Cherish it throughout time Bask in the beauty of your glow The glow that has been there all the time 171 This is the glow of great divine

THE KICKS OF FATE BRIT BOWEN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE In younger days and former nights, In shining helmets and Friday night lights. My heart did race and with each play, I knew I was living my glory days. Each kick was clean and clear and straight, As if each point were made by fate. Remembering these nights as the time of my life, I will cherish these memories and never think twice.

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FISH JAMIYA TAYLOR MONROE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL If I were a fish I would be in a dish and I would be swish in the dish and be delish With a wish And there goes a swish with another dish and Was a bad, bad dish and a bad wish not what I thought It would be no, no, no bad fish.

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IF I WERE A FISH NAVARE JOHNSON MONROEVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL One day I was a fish Than a wish is a wish Delicious, Delicious

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I LEFT ME FRANCES MIXON MONTGOMERY, ALABAMA I have been around this old house for a long time, with thoughts of leaving trampling thru my mind. The big, red, leather lounger where I sit, Is telling me to get up, it has held me long enough, Go pack your stuff! The floors that I washed and scrubbed, Are leading me to the uneven doors, The curtain at the windows are waving too, While the whispers of the wind ushers on thru. Wait, oh, oh, oh, what must I do? Even, my newest pair of shoes are asking me to go and take them, Can this be my imagination or is it really true. As I think of the bed of comfort where I rest, All I find is gloom lurking in my head, And yes for a moment without another thought I put one foot in front of the other and take the walk. A little faster feet, As I ran to the pounding of my heartbeat I took the plunge, I am free! I am free! And there is no going back, no, not for me.

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HESTER PRYNNE

JOSEF STRAUGHN SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL Hester Independent, Skilled, Passionate, Burdened Sister of no one Lover of Dimmesdale, Pearl, Sewing Who feels ashamed of her sin, relief when she can keep Pearl, and sorrow for Dimmesdale Who needs compassion, her needle and thread, and forgiveness Who gives affection to Pearl, beauty to the scarlet letter, and her needlework skills to customers Who fears losing Pearl, the wrath of Chillingworth, and the health condition of Dimmesdale

Who would like to see Dimmesdale purged of his sin and burden he is carrying in his heart Resident of Boston, Massachusetts Prynne

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I AM A STRONG AND DETERMINED BLACK WOMAN

STEPHANIE ERVIN ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMNITY COLLEGE

I am a strong and determined black woman I wonder about how life would be without food I see myself being able to give my kids a better future I want to be able one day to not have to worry about bills I am a strong and determined black woman I pretend to be a president I feel sometimes like a butterfly I touch the stars I worry a lot about my dad I cry about my dad I am a strong and determined black woman I understand world hunger I say the Lord doesn’t put no more on you than you can bear I dream of having a very good job I try really hard to be a provider for my family I hope one day they appreciate me for that I am a strong and determined black woman

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I AM A FEMALE WITH BIG HANDS SELLASTEEN FOXX ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I am a female with big hands I wonder why I didn’t continue with my piano playing I hear songs on the radio I see myself performing on stage at some musical show I want a nice car when I say lets, it’ll go I am a female with big hands I pretend to vacate like I have a lot of money I feel like I am rich I touch the bottom of the ocean I worry about getting sick I cry because I miss my mother I am a a female with big hands I understand God made me I say he did not make a mistake I dream that someday I will live comfortably I try to get a higher education I hope it will be my ticket to my dream vacation I am a female with big hands.

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I AM A BEAUTIFUL, BLACK WOMAN SAVANNAH AGEE ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I am a beautiful, black woman I wonder sometimes about my ancestors, how they found the courage to stand against all evil. I hear of their great struggle in audio books and great tales from great storytellers. I see that their struggle and death were not in vain. I want to honor their memories and encourage others of my race to stand tall because if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger. I am a beautiful, black woman I pretend I hear the whip clashing at my flesh when someone downs me. I feel the pain and urge to be the best black woman I can be. I touch the cotton in the fields and the bloody clothing of my ancestors. I worry that no one cares I cry because we youth don’t appreciate it. We don’t respect our elderly. We sag, we curse, we won’t even give up our seats to the wise.

I understand why they prayed and still pray today

I say “God is the answer to all.” I dream of a day like Martin Luther King, Jr., in which we all will live in peace and harmony. I try to make it possible, by starting with me. I hope we soon wake up and see how blessed we are.

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I AM EXCITED AND MOTIVATED RUTHIE PICKETT ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

I am excited and Motivated I wonder how I could afford to go back to school I hear the President of the college calling my name I see myself marching across the stage excepting my degree I want to complete my curriculum I am excited and motivated I pretend like I am still young I feel good about being in school I touch the stars I worry about nothing I cry when I see young girls drop out of school I am excited and motivated I understand going back to school is not going to be easy I say hard work pay off I dream of going back to school I try hard to complete all my assignments I am excited and motivated

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I AM A GIFTED WOMAN WITH GIFTED HANDS LINDA SMITH ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE

I am a gifted woman with gifted hands, living a purposed filled life. I wonder how it feels to be a successful woman. I hear wind chimes. I see myself being free of worry and stress I want to enjoy solitude in the midst of a busy schedule. I am a gifted woman with gifted hands, living a purpose filled life I pretend I'm speaking to abused women and girls about the Goodness of God. I feel the hurt and pain of this world with all the generational curses. I worry about the future of an Ungodly world and hurting families. I cry when I see what is going on with the great falling apart of the churches, and the world. I am a gifted woman with gifted hands, living a purpose filled life. I understand God is our refuge and our only hope. I say if we could just learn to love, inspire, and desire a change. I dream of the day when we can own God and praise him like we do the Rap and Blues singers I try to tell everyone I meet about God. I hope for a better life for everyone. I am a gifted woman with gifted hands, living a purpose filled life.

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A GIRL’S DREAM MARY KATE LONG THOMASVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

I am a girl And I have a dream. It’s not a string of perils But it’s everything. To know your mom loves you Know matter what you do When you have a fright Morning noon or night My dream is real Mommy I love you

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THE JOURNEY DEBRA MCCASKILL MONROE INTERMEDIATE SCHOOL The journey starts the day we’re born The path winding and unsure There’ll be flowers and there’ll be stones But the ground beneath is sure The skies grow dark and the rains will come But the bow is close behind The pace is fast, then its slow As the path continues to wind Each day brings coordinates that must be followed Some treacherous and painfully steep But the loving Hand that designed the path His promises He will keep Each journey is lovingly designed No two are quite the same For the designer knows each traveler Yes, He knows us by name

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007 CARSON WOOD WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL What a brave deed! A girl was in need. He saved her from a bus While everybody made a fuss. Paramedics rushed to him Though hopes were mighty slim. As they arrived at Seattle Grace, The doctors moved at quite a pace. His doc friends worked through the night. His prognosis was not bright. This man ended his life to save another. George O’Malley took saving a life a step further.

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COZUMEL CRUISE COUNTDOWN ZACKARY HODGE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL So impatient it’s heart-breaking, Sixty-five days ‘till I am away, Until I leave Mobile Bay. I am waiting, just waiting. The wait is simply head-aching. Starting to day dream in class, Until Mrs. Gordon yells, “Zack!” I am waiting, just waiting. I cannot stop craving, The warm beaches of Cozumel. In one thing I do not excel Is waiting, just waiting. It will be elating When the day is here. I’ll no longer have to bear The waiting, just waiting.

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FAIRYTALES JOSIE PETTIS WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Oh, they make me want to puke. There’s no such thing as a romantic duke, Who comes along to save the day Or stay all night to gaze at the Milky Way. They don’t sweep you off your feet Or act sweet and kiss you on the cheek, And they sure don’t ride up on horseback. Maybe they think they’d have an anxiety attack. Although I’d love to believe these lies, I am just a little bit too wise. I would love to nab a man in armor. I’ll probably end up with a homely farmer.

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GOOD TIMES KELSEY HIXON WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Do you remember the good times? When we laughed so hard we cried? When we danced to no music? When we read books for fun? Do you remember the good times? When we didn’t care about boys? When we played outside? When we liked going to school? Do you remember our youth? Those were the good times But we are still young . Let’s have more good times.

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FRIENDS MELANIE PIPPEN WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

They are always there for you Helping get you through The hardships of life And everyday difficult strife. They love to make you smile And help you stay in style With their helpful advice That will make you think twice. They know all your fears And try to soothe your tears. They never talk about you And promise to always be true. They’re the family you choose And hope to never ever lose. They are there to end And will always be your friend.

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I HATE POETRY AMBERLY SHEFFIELD WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Oh, how I hate it! I dislike every last bit With all its rhyming and emotions – It is just too much commotion! It’s stupid for people to write their feelings down. People know you’re sad if you wear a frown. Why aren’t people simple bored? And why is poetry adored? Who is the idiot who thought of it? Poetry is more boring than to knit. Oh, I hate to read verses, It is worse than witches’ curses.

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JOYFUL DEATH ALEXSONDRA WALKER WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Sorrow isn’t what I’ll feel When I take my last breath. Joy unconcealed When I lose all my health. Tears will not stream Down my dying face. Instead I’ll just dream Of going to a special place. I’ll leave this earth To return no more. Giving birth To joy I’ve never felt before. Sorrow isn’t an emotion. Joy is meant for death. To this I give my devotion And all my failing health. Happily drifting away Looking towards the heavens Going to a place I plan to stay Hoping all my sins are forgiven.

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LIFE YOLANDA LYNUM WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Life is hard. When we struggle every day. Life is complicated When people put us down. Life is trouble With recessions and hard times. Life is beautiful With flowers everywhere. Life is sweet When we love a special someone. Life is everlasting If we live each day to the fullest. Life is wonderful When we rise above and press on To be where we want to be.

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LITTLE SISTERS TORI KEARLEY WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Little sisters; pests in disguise Always watching you with beady eyes Barging in without permission Has become a sister tradition Whining and crying when they don’t get their way Never wanting to obey Coloring on everything around Not even my homework is safe and sound Even though they’re sometimes disagreeable They are also at times adorable Hearing the words I love you Changes my whole point of view

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PAIN UNDERCOVER BERNARDRIA DICKINSON WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

My pain is undercover Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s hiding from the people Who see only the smile And the laughter in me. My pain is as hard as a rock. Hard to break! People cannot see the pain In my brown eyes. Deep in my eyes Behind the show I put on, A pain-filled child of God Hides pain From the people she loves.

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POETRY SARILA MICKLE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

I hate poetry. I am so helplessly, Terrible at it. It takes a little grit. My brain wriggles and wiggles, As my friends giggle. I tell them I know I’m terrible, And writing poems is unbearable. I tell them I hate it, When they start telling me to omit, This word and that. It feels like mortal combat!

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REMEMBER LAQUASHIA BROWN WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Remember You used to hold me I used to hold you back Remember You used to call me I always called you back Remember We used to talk from day to night Sometimes from dawn to morning light Remember I loved you You promised always to love me Remember I used to cry You wiped my tears Remember We stuck together all those years Remember The first day we met Remember Soon we began to fuss and fight Remember I didn’t come home at night Remember Our love Never forget Promise 195 You will always remember this

SCHOOL MORNINGS ANNA HUCKABEE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

I get up every morning always bright and early. I wonder: Who’s the figure in the mirror staring back at me? Face pale, eyes sleepy, hair big and frizzy – The reflection isn’t too pretty. But I go along my way of getting ready. Shower, dress, fix hair, powder face, eat, and brush my teeth. The early morning rush just drives me crazy. Dash out the door, jump in the car where I take my seat. Speed to school, jump out of car, run to my class. Up some stairs, I quickly walk to room 113. 7:40 on the dot – I’m at school at last. I’m now finally ready for class.

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SMILE YOLANDA LYNUM WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Why do we smile? This world is a mess – People killing each other. Yet we still smile. “Smile,” The doctor says, “You have only three months To live.” Smile! Why? The pain won’t go away. Smile? We don’t want to be sad. Smile? We must live every day As if it were our last. Live. Love. Laugh. Smile!

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WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYE LAQUASHIA BROWN WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL When I look in your eye, I see love. I also see happiness. I see Drought Evil Conjured demons. I also see sadness. I see Love Guilt Peace Smiles Joy. I also see happiness. I see a heart. I see your mind. I also see love. I see you. You see me. We both love the man above. I see Water Colors Tears of joy. Most of all, When I look in your eyes, I see how I love you, boy. 198

TEXTING WHILE DRIVING CHAD HENDERSON WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

A pointless task That can always wait. One just has to ask Why have they chosen this fate?

With their actions They may take lives. This is a fatal attraction In which none may survive.

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YOUR SMILE SHIATERRICA WILLIAMS WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Your smile brightens up my day. It makes all my worries go away. When I am feeling down, lonely, and blue, You always know what to do. A smile can mean so many things, It’s all about the joy you bring. From friend to friend, from mother to child, A smile is always worth your while. So smile, my friend, and you will see, The joy it brings from you to me.

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MUSIC KRISTIAN SINGLETON WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

The rhythm is uplifting. The beat is always shifting. The tempo increasing My spirit releasing The high pitches jumping. The bass is thumping. The acoustics playing loudly The guitarists strumming proudly The orchestra’s sound descending The harmonious tone ending

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MY BELOVED AUNT ROSE KATELYN EZELL WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

My beloved Aunt Rose I love all the times we shared, And I wasn’t at all prepared Because I never thought you would leave. You will never know how much I grieved. I miss you so much. If only I could still feel the warmth of your touch. You showed me you loved me in your own special way, And I never thought it would be you that God would take away. God has called home my beloved Aunt Rose, And to Him she must go. I will miss and cherish all the times we shared.

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RAINY DAYS ANNA HUCKABEE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Rainy days are bleak and dreary. They can make a person gloomy. I do not like rainy days; They’re just too dark and depressing. I like weather that's bright and sunny, but those rainy days I look back on clearly, Remembering funny moments that pick up my mood. I then can have a sunny day even on a rainy afternoon.

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TAKE A STAND KALIYAH MALONE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Boom! Pow! Crunch! A cruel rhythm by a bully’s hand To a kid who’s different – a punch! It’s time to take a stand! Writing wicked wall posts Texts in spiteful shorthand Passing nasty notes It’s time to take a stand! Bullies have an art – Picking on “weak” kids in the band Teasing the “nerd” who’s smart. It’s time to take a stand! Fearful victims hurt themselves. Bullying rages through our land. Few step up to say, “Let me help!” It’s time to take a stand! Someone needs to scream, “Hey! Stop it, Man! Give up your evil schemes!” It’s time to take a stand! A stand to stop the so‐called strong To restrain his hurtful hand. We all know it is wrong. It’s time to take a stand! 204

BULLY’S BEAT KAYLEE MOORE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Taunting beats become so familiar When harsh words are snidely said; Attempting to censor degrading lyrics, But the tempo rings in my head. Sotto voce now crescendo My ears don’t want to hear; No reason given for cruel remarks Yet the beat grows crystal clear. Composing the next big hit Amazing how it flows; A remix of my boring life Expressed by meddling foes. No longer high on the charts, Critics bring them down; Judging every small mistake Spreading rumors all around. Taunting beats they now know But do not wish to hear; A rhythm similar to their own I smile from ear to ear. 205

RIVER ZAKERY ARMISTEAD WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

The river is a blast – not a thing of the past. I really love this place – Makes my pulse really race. The river is so peaceful – So warm and tranquil. Casting a reel and rod, I often feel close to God. Fishing is my career of choice My reward to always hear the river’s voice.

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WEATHER EMILY COX WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Sometimes it may be windy, Making the trees look bendy. Sometimes it’s crisp and cool, Leaves covering the sparkling pool. Hurricanes rushing over the land, Leaving tragedy as its brand. Floods destroy man -things Never leaving out anything Blizzards halting people’s lives People not being able to drive. 207

SNOW KENNETH HORN WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Drifting, falling, floating from the sky, dropping like angel wings from up high. Covering like a blanket of cold flour, forming puffs of white powder. Shielding the surface of the lake, crystals like sugar used to bake. Hills like clumps of baking soda, cold and crisp as Coca Cola. Softer than a pillow of downy feathers, kids love this type of weather. January, winter time is here, snowy substance visible far and near.

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BASKETBALL JEROME MERIDA WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Basketball is my favorite sport. I like to dribble up and down the court. I’m determined to be in the NBA. My father said I will one day. I will have to try hard To be a great shooting guard. It’s a sport that soothes my mind. That’s why I play it all the time. I’m going to be like Kobe Bryant. Now who wants me to be their client?

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THE END LINDSEY PAUL WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

The day is coming. Thoughts invade. Choices are made. A price will be paid. The trees will wither. The sun will grow dim. Laughs will be grim. All time becomes a whim. If we denied Him, He will deny us Into His kingdom, Filled with His love and plus. It’s a slow fade, When black and white turn to gray, When you’ve given yourself away.

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DEFINITION OF LOVE KYRAH BANKS WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

My definition of love is different from a book My definition of love is more than it looks Love is more than a word, a song , or a note Love is more than a poem more than anything a poet wrote Love is reaching out to touch someone to be sure they’re there Love is leaning in to kiss someone to remind them that you care Love is looking in the eyes and whispering in the ear Love is holding all that my heart can bear Love is me wishing you’ll love me, too Love is your being mine my whole life through Love is wishing you were more than my friend Love is you loving me from beginning to end.

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2012 DEMETRIA WHIGHAM WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL Darkness shielding the light Homes taken Earth’s crust rapidly quaking As an unseen force shows his might A flood of fear The oceans rise Past scrapers, Lady Liberty, and the tallest man’s eyes A salty tear begins to appear Fences destroyed by burning flames Roots surfacing the earth’s paved plains by day The wild was not meant to be tamed Turning primitive, native, the old ways Evolution: monkey to ape, ape to man Or man to ape, ape to monkey Our minds are minute; we cannot comprehend The world is a puzzle we cannot understand

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LIFE AND DEATH CHRIS SOLORZANO WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Life is a simple breath. Death is sleep. Life is now. Death is later. Patients in hospitals With rattling breaths welcome death With open arms They know it is time to go. Death feels loss. He knows pain. He sees it every day, The pain, loss, and sorrow. Death travels the world, Taking and reuniting Some people hate him Others love him. All these mixed feelings, But he does not care. He does his jobâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; Taking and reuniting.

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HORSES DUSTIN STEADHAM WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

A meadow filled with majestic creatures Running wild with beautiful features Very friendly they may be Like an eagle, they are free When loved they are gentle To you sentimental Rock hard and powerful Galloping fast they’re graceful Horses, they are fearless Their beauty flawless

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LIES KADIJAH RICE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Lying is a sin Do you win Some sort of a prize Or does it ruin others lives? It darkens the day With its untruthful way Causing destruction and terror How do liars stand to look in a mirror? It’s a shame To play such a game As lying When people every day die Lying is a sin! 215

FOOTBALL DALTON SMITH WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

Football is my favorite sport. During practice I try not to come up short. In games I try to tackle the quarterback. In football lingo that’s a sack. I dream to play in the NFL. All my fans will scream and yell. I want to be a defensive end. The interceptions I catch will help us win. One day my name will be in the “Hall of Fame.” Oh, how I love to play this game.

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THE UNLUCKY ONE HUNTER SPIDLE WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

As I set up for the morning’s hunt, I hear the familiar deer grunt. Once in the cozy tree stand, I put my gloves on to warm my hands. Looking out over the open woods, I see him coming like I knew he would. The doe he is following keeps coming persistent. As he comes to a stop, I close the distance. Settling the crosshairs on his shoulders I pull the trigger; he drops like a boulder.

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ICE CODY HANSON WILSON HALL MIDDLE SCHOOL

People love ice. It cools your drink And makes ice cream. It can even be diced, Or dumped down the sink. It melts in sunlight’s beams. It can freeze mice And you can turn it pink. Some people see it in dreams. With ice you can have fun, Just don’t leave it in the sun!

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GOOD OL’ JUSTIN MARTINEZ SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

The Good Ol’ Days when we were small Sitting under the big green tree Mothers caring voice would call To come in and sip the sugary tea My dreams my ideas came and went Beneath the oversized bush Is where I would escape to vent One could only sit on his tush Wonderful place where I can be It’s magical and amazing Stress relieving as one may see To sit and watch the deer grazing This wonderful tree I won’t forget The amazing times I watched the sunset

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JUST ANOTHER FACE TIFFANY BENNETT SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

Love to me is misery Though why in no mystery Falling in love with someone not right Who just wanted to control my life Finally getting out of the stress Just to end up in another mess By falling for someone already taken Wishing my feelings were mistaken The person I love is always close And when he leaves I wish for another dose Of the love that only I can feel But wishing that it wasn’t real Knowing there was no way to run From the damage already done He hugs me every time he leaves And asks me of all my needs Though not knowing how much it pains me To be so close without the key Into his heart that is loved by another And all I want to do is smother The breathe in me that seems to leave His baby blue eyes That light in surprise His black emo hair So soft and fair Seems to kill me every time he speaks Of a love that I know will never be the case Because to him I’m just another face A Love Forever Lost

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A LOVE FOREVER LOST TIMOTHY WILSON SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

The news I discovered today Pains me more than I can say I suppose I must let you go, Even though I never called you my own Time and time again I tried, Fortunately I never lost my pride As I sit here I now recall A long time ago in that dance hall, You asked for my hand and I said wait, I see now that I am forever late. Even then I’d had my chance, I moved on, I washed my hands A new start, I said, that will do it, I had my plans A new year, a new me, a new school, a new life I told myself this would ease my strife But, as usual I was wrong This is beginning to sound like some sad song Before I saw you then today, I was not sure of what to say But, as I saw your face it came to me, You were as bright as I had ever seen. Then it dawned on me, and I discovered my true goal I just had this feeling deep down in my soul Now this is my chance, my chance to be meek Now I shall tell you of this thing I seek For now I know I will never have you, so everyday this, for you, I pray, 221 All I want is for you to be happy, that is all that I can say.

MY LOVE FOR YOU DESTINY ANDREWS SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

My love for you will never fade Even when my light, a darkened shade Until my days are all away With the moon of black and sky of gray And when my life flashes before my eyes I will remember all of those happy sighs You caused every smile from my face You are my only place No baby bears or bunnies Just you is what I always desire ‘Cause you were everything wonderful and not a liar Oh how, my dear, just give me a clue On how I seemed to fall in love with you Your sweet thoughts and cute smile One hug in the morning can take me more than a mile A gentle touch and your tender kiss One to make me think like this You are perfect for me And even more perfect for me A unicorn or philosopher’s stone Never better than time for us to be alone I love you baby, this I swear Every kiss you give is a happy dare Hearing your voice sends happy chills down my spine I absolutely love that you are all mine.

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MY BEST FRIEND DESTINY ANDREWS SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

My best friend is always there Always showing her good care Always sharing her little happy things I always smile when her heart sings Always speaking ne friendly mind Always being really kind Always doing what she can Never relies just on her man She is the best friend I have ever had She comforts me when I am mad She calms when I am scared Showing that she always cared I know in my heart that she cannot see That she is the best friend in the world to me

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MOMMY DESTINY ANDREWS SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

My mother is wonderful, her beauty divine Every smile she gives sends a happy sign She is strict when needed, strong and stern She teaches me a lesson that is easy to learn She knows that I am a little slow She lays everything out for me and makes my life a show She is very interesting and crazy and fun She is great and modest for she doesn’t know she is really number one (to me anyways)

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GREATER THAN GOLD ALEXANDRIA PEARSON SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL

I worry, I stress Look at me, I’m a mess I would someone else over me And that’s just that way my heart is going to be I am very misunderstood Try to live my life? I really think you should I stand in this world alone with no one at my side Because everyone I love is starting to die I don’t risk getting close to someone I am just going to lose I would replace them with me If I was able to choose I sit and wonder why I am still here I know my answer; I just don’t want to hear I have purpose, greater than I will ever know And God is starting to reveal it and let it show

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JUST A THOUGHT MITCHELL MCCREARY ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE I sit with my head down Wondering what to do Then my mind screams and tells That all I want is you I love you with all my heart I hope you know it's true And whenever you want proof Just tell me what to do I will go through hell and back To put a smile on your face Just look me dead in the eyes And say no one will take my place

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AUGUST ALEXANDRIA PEARSON SARALAND HIGH SCHOOL You left this world in such a silence I am not even sure where my mind is You were loved by many, and you still are

But knowing that you left me in this world leaves a scar I know you had a purpose to fulfill I know God had to take you, but I want you here still You lying there helplessly is what killed me I wanted to be the one to rescue you, but it was in your destiny Now I got to walk these halls and streets alone Sometimes I can still feel your presence in my home I cry when I am alone and wonder why you are gone But my only replies is that you had to get me somewhere in life I just wish it did not take you leaving my sight Just know I am going to keep my head held high and do everything in your memory I love and miss you and you will forever be a part of me

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Library Staff

ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE LIBRARY SYSTEM

La Shannon Hollinger Director of Library Services Deborah Rankins Assistant Director of Library Services Linda Scruggs Library Technician Debbie Jimerson Library Assistant Gilbertown Mary Harris Library Assistant Monroeville Danesha Wright Library Assistant Monroeville Maris Dauphin Library Assistant Thomasville Mittie Pearson Library Assistant Thomasville Patsy Bennett Library Assistant Thomasville ALABAMA SOUTHERN LIBRARY SYSTEM GILBERTOWN, MONROEVILLE, THOMASVILLE Serving JACKSON and LIFETECH CENTER 228

LIBRARY COMMITTEE—2010‐2011 ALABAMA SOUTHERN COMMUNITY COLLEGE LIBRARY SYSTEM La Shannon Hollinger, Chair

Director of Library Services

Deborah Rankins

Assistant Director of Library

Services

Linda Scruggs, Recorder

Library Technician

Debra Jimerson

Library Assistant, Gilbertown

Mittie Pearson

Library Assistant, Thomasville

Sarah Valine

Instructor of Nursing

Brenda Rigsby

Chair of Division of Nursing and Allied Health

Richard Martindale

Instructor of English/Speech

Susan Brown

Instructor of Art

Ginger Glass

Instructor of English

Marcus Gordon

Instructor of History

Wendy Dees

Instructor of Math

Stacia Richerson

Bookstore Manager‐Monroeville

Jacque Henson

Bookstore Manager‐Thomasville

John Lehning

Instructor of Business Technology

Jackie Montgomery

Adult Education Instructor

Jo‐Copeland Nipper

Student Member

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LIBRARY LOCATIONS

Gilbertown Library Campus Director Mrs. Angie Williams

Monroeville Campus Library Campus Director Mr. Roger Chandler

Thomasville Library Campus Director Dr. Charles Shepherd

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Thanks for helping to make this publication possible. Beth Ann Fennelly Jennifer Horne Jim Murphy Alabama Southern Community College Clarke County High School Jackson Middle School Monroe County High School Monroe Intermediate School Monroeville Elementary School Monroeville Middle School Monroeville Jr High School Saraland High School Thomasville Elementary School Wilson Hall Middle School

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