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MGHS LITERARY JOURNAL (January 2017) Issue 1 Poetry and Short Stories

UNITE Why are they killing my brothers and sisters… Why do they downgrade my brothers and sisters..? My brothers and sisters are people to be proud of… MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE STILL PEOPLE! DONT TEAR US DOWN BUILD US UP! My baby brothers and sisters Will be more than just statistics My brothers and sisters will NOT become another "hashtag". Why kill the intelligent... Why kill the potential… WE WILL NOT STICK TO THE STATUS QUO BECAUSE WE HAVE OUR OWN FLOW. WE WILL GO BEYOND SPORTS AND ENTERTAINMENT MABYE I'LL CURE CANCER MABYE I'LL INNOVATE THE WORLD. LET'S LIVE, UPLIFT, AND LOVE NOT KILL.....YOU WILL BE SUPRISED WHEN YOU SEE HOW WE FLOAT LIKE BUTTERFLIES AND STING LIKE BEES... WORDS OF MUHAMMAD ALI...

By: Talia Fordham

Is it ME or THEIR insecurities?!

CRY LITTLE GIRL CRY Cry Little Girl Cry

Let the tears fall Let the screams out Let the pain go

Cry Little Girl Cry

Take this moment and breathe Let the weight on your shoulders fall Don’t try to be strong

Cry Little Girl Cry Wipe your nose Hug your bear And Dream

GIRLS

Cry Little Girl Cry

Let everything out Cry as much as you want

Cry Little Girl Cry

Girls are always in search for the “Right One.” I'm starting to think the “Right One” doesn’t exist. It's never simple with people, never! It always has to be complicated … I just wanna find someone ... That means the world to me…and I mean the world to them. Then we date, until we are old enough to get married and have kids…that's all I'm really looking for. Every time I meet someone.... at first they make me happy, then something always happens and I end up hurt. At the same time, I'm only 16, and have more years to go to meet new people…even though I know this ... WHY THE HELL DO I FEEL LIKE MY LIFE IS OVER EVERYTIME I GET HURT! I don't even know how to end this poem or paragraph.... because I still don't have the answer.... I just get hurt and hurt and hurt ... over… and over … and over again.

But when you’re done Don’t let yourself go Rebuild yourself Become stronger Don’t cry for the same reason again Be smart Be forgiving of yourself

Cry Little Girl Cry Then smile Let the sun shine Set your soul free

Cry Little Girl Cry Then be Happy

By: Kiera McNulty

By: Akia Bryan

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain


SEVEN CHAPTER ONE – WE BEGIN September 28th, 2012 Vidor, TX "Please...please. I'm sorry, I swear. I'll get out of town, I'll leave tomorrow, just please....please leave my babies out of it." A young woman laid in the middle of the floor, her hands and feet tied together with rope. The screams of two young girls echoed throughout the house, an old man, his skin pale as snow, his teeth rotted to the core, and his fingernails longer than his fingers himself, held the children in his hands as they attempted to break free. An old woman circled the mother, holding a lit match in her hands, "The nerve of you Negros, think you can come in and taint our sacred land. Filthy scum, you need to thank me for ridding you of these....animals." The woman looked at the children and commanded the old man to let them go, as one ran off to her mother, she snatched the other by her shirt collar and dragged her into the restroom, her mother and sister roared as they heard her screams. As the old man began to reach for the remaining daughter, her mother gathered her strength to extend her foot from the rope and trip him, causing him to fall and hit his head against the glass table. She quickly turned to her daughter, "Nova, imma need for you to run baby. You can see the city lights from here, keep going, don't stop for nobody, and don’t let nobody see you, understand?" Nova looked at her mother in tears, "But momma what about you?" Her mother looked at her with despair in her eyes, "Baby I'll be fine, just go okay? I'll meet with you at your father's house. I promise. I’ll be there." With that, Nova nodded and ran out of the house, sprinting out into the pure emptiness of the night, with the only sources of life being the city lights far in the distance. * 4 Years Later New Orleans, LA "Nova, are you sure you're going to be fine here alone? I can spend the night with you if you want." A young man held the hands of Nova, now fully grown and holding the keys to her brand new apartment. She smiled, "Todd, I will be just fine. You live down the street anyway. If anything happens I'll hit you up. You need to get on home, you know your momma be trippin'." Todd let go of her hands and laughed, "I ain't even gon' debate with you on that." He kissed her, "Love you, be good." Nova closed the door and locked it, she walked into her bedroom and flopped onto her bed, "Jesus, please provide me with the strength to unload these boxes." She laughed and heard a knock at the door, she opened it and saw a middle aged woman, dressed in a high fashion black coat and a Victorian era hat, with confusion, she greeted her, "Uh, hey." The woman walked into her home nonchalantly, Nova grabbed her arm and pushed her back outside, "Excuse you? What the hell is your problem? You must be out of your natural white mind." Nova slammed the door and turned to see the woman inside her kitchen, the woman poured two glasses of red wine, "Oh Nova. You are so gorgeous. Beauty truly is generational." Nova looked in a combination of fascination and horror, "Who....who are you....?" She was at a loss for words. The woman smirked as she handed Nova her glass of wine, "I was a friend of your mother, and we have much to discuss." Nova looked at her hauntingly at the mention of her mother, she sat on the barstool next to the kitchen table and took a sip of her drink. Immediately after, her vision became dark, she heard a ringing in her ears, and fell to the floor. The woman looked at Nova as she lied on the floor, "Now, we begin.”

By: Myles McClain

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain


TRY AGAIN Introduction: I can’t believe I am in this position… for the fifth time. I don’t care what anyone says, this is not something I want. Matter fact, who would? Before I continue, guess I should rewind and catch you up. Be patient because you missed a lot. There is a myth that explains that birth marks show where you were killed in your past life. Allow me to be the first to tell you it is true. As of today, I officially lived 5 lives. Let’s start from the beginning. My first life was completely different from where I am today. I was born January 1st, 1921 in Arkansas as Andrew Adler. A white baby with close set grey eyes, blonde hair, and pink cupid bow lips. Man, I was your favorite baby, I mean I naturally was the best looking of course. I know my details are a bit strange but as someone in my situation, you learn to become very observant. My parents, Zachary and Amaris, weren’t half bad. I guess you can say we were your pretty average family in this time. For my first and hit head on few years of life, I can say I was happy to be where I was. Bear with me, I lived 5 lives so I don’t remember everything. Only what I need to know, such as life changing moments, life lessons and all the extra. It wasn’t until I was 21 I realized how officially odd I was. I had joined the service a week after I turned 18. I enjoyed fighting for my country. My parents taught me to fight for what I believe. I did just that. I was in the service up until I was 21. On August 7th, 1942, we landed on Guadalcanal. This part is a little embarrassing. Upon arrival, I tripped a rock. Believe it or not, I was unconscious for two days. You can only imagine the jokes I faced when I returned. During the two days, I was visited by my guardian angel. It was an odd experience for me simply because my family wasn’t religious. I didn’t understand what was occurring until my angel explained it to me. The best way to describe the experience is to say it was purely out of this world. Most call it a dream. In my “dream”, I wasn’t me. I was a spirit. But without my same physical appearance. I was a clear spirit. Only thing that remained the same was my eyes and lips. Other than that, I was somewhat like a ghost. I was standing on water with nothing around me. Only thing was the sky that matched the color of my eyes. I didn’t feel gloomy though. It was a peaceful and serene place to be. I was actually comfortable. I turned to face a body covered with a white robe and face covered only to reveal its eyes that matched mine. I was unable to properly make out the body in order to determine its gender. The voice was like no other. It was strong but gentle and unrecognizable. Didn’t sound like a man or woman. “Do sit. I have some things to share.” Being me, I was still clueless and standing with an open jaw trying to put pieces together. Guess the angel realized that because they laughed and repeated themselves. At last I sat. The water felt perfect. In fact, it felt so amazing I laid down and my eyes rolled back. It was indescribably a perfect fit. I felt I belonged there exactly. Until the angel cleared their throat and I realized I need to sit back up and listen. My angel sat in front of me. I was beyond nervous. “As of now, you are Andrew, meaning manly. You were born to Zachary and Amaris. Zachary means God remembers and Amaris means given by God. You were born on 1/1/1921 in Arkansas. None of these things were by accident. This is your first life. You will determine if it is your last.” “Wait- “

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain


TRY AGAIN continued… “Allow me to finish. God realizes how people make many mistakes and struggle to live by him. For that, he blesses them with the opportunity to repent and ask for forgiveness. Many people don’t understand that. As a result, God blesses them with an opportunity to have another life to get it right. This action is displayed through birth marks. As you know, you have none. This is your first life. If you learn to do what is expected of you, it will be yours only.” “What? Wait, what is expected of me? How do I live right? How do I know there is a God? Who has actually had multiple lives? What- “ “Andrew, I have not finished. As of now, you are to keep your mouth closed as I say what needs to be said. In your first life, God provides a few key points for you. Your name is Andrew because regardless of your life, or your future lives hold, you will always be a man. Your birthday is 1/1/1 because He is showing you possess leadership. You naturally are first in all you do. Not many can say that, it is quite a gift. Zachary is your father so you know that God has not and will not forsake you. He remembers you always. Your mother is Amaris for she is God’s gift to you. Treasure her always and remember all she has taught you and how much she has loved you. Arkansas is more so of a joke because the A in your name reminded him of Arkansas. I am Eri, meaning my guardian. I am not man, nor woman. I am simply your angel. Though I am always with you, I am not with you. I am not at your beck and call. I am here to be with you when God needs me to be with you. My eyes match yours for I am a reflection of you. Where we are, is your piece of heaven. Grey is your spirit for you are naturally reserved, calm, and conservative. It is why it is your sky, to remind you who you are. The qualities are very similar to water, that is why you feel perfect when you laid in it. It is you. Regardless of what happens to you, who you become, or anything you face, this is your home. A beautiful, serene grey with perfect water. Today I visit you because you are 21. Yes, this is the special one God was waiting for. Which is quite lucky for you for you have entered manhood. When you wake up, your decisions for the day will determine where life will take you. I want you to understand that though you will not see me, I am always near you. I am not going to help you. If you face harm, you face it. If you face joy, you face it. I am meant to guard you from the spiritual side and let no harm come near you as well as deliver messages from God when needed. Being me, I may mess with you from time to time. You have a lot of questions I presume, but sadly for you, I will not answer any of them. Instead, I am going to wake you now. Good luck Andrew.”

By: Carmayzha Monestime

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain


Mirror, Mirror When I look in the mirror all I see is despondency. When life and the world around you stop, And the people keep going. That little girl that you knew is like a river. Always goes with the flow and never went out of her position, But everywhere she goes it was a splash of disappointment. Where she always tries to avoid but never succeeds. What’s keeping her back is her own fear. Fear where tear drops are common and usual. Each tear drops that she shed weighed a ton. Even though nobody can hear her. The person you know now is a young lady. Who’s trying to shine, but clouds keep coming her way. Don’t know which direction to go anymore. All she wants is to make everyone proud, but still can’t succeed. Now, when she looks in the mirror. She can’t see a beautiful person that everyone keeps telling her. All she can see is a failure and an ugly pointless creature. She always end the day with the same question. “Why am I still alive?”

By: Naomi Dickens

I Want. I Miss. I Need.

I miss you. I miss the way you used to smile when you talked to me. I miss the way you made me feel so special when you gave me your full attention. I miss the way you acted so goofy when it was just me and you. But I DONT want to miss you. I NEED to stop thinking about you. I NEED to forget about you. I NEED to focus on school. I NEED to focus on me. I NEED to stop thinking about how cute you looked in the hallway…but even though I know what I need… I want you. I want you to like me again. I want you to text me again. I want you to send me a paragraph about how much I mean to you. But what I want, I need, and I miss are three way different things.

By: Akia Bryan

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain


MGHS

Literary Journal

Winter-Spring, Vol. 1

Editor-in-Chief Kiera McNulty Managing Editor Myles McClain Fiction Editor TBA Non Fiction Editor TBA Poetry Editor TBA Advisory Board TBA Faculty Advisor Mrs. Banks-Oseni

Contributors: Talia Fordham Akia Bryan Carayzha Monestime Naomi Dickens

If you are interested in contributing to the journal, please email your submission to the following email address: literary_magazine@yahoo.com

Senior Content Editor: Kiera McNulty

Junior Content Editor: Myles McClain

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