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tale of one 2012


tale of one city:


noun; a literary-arts magazine showcasing high school students’ perspectives of Dallas

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Letter from the Editors: Mayela Trespalacios Caroline Dillard


Tale Of One City: Coffee House


Tale of One City First Place Elizabeth Housewright

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Tale of One City Second Place Paige Hughes

Dissecting the Map Jenifer Rangel Split Audrey Gan

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Camera Through Dallas Maria Iqbal

Transparent Morgan Winspear A Color Blind Heart Aubrey Clemmens


Me or “Me� Jazmine Williams


Exposed Ali Oberman Sheltered Katherine Frisbie


Something to Be Proud Of Annemarie McQuary

Thanks to: Downtown Jessica Quezada

Mayela Trespalacios, Caroline Dillard co-directors Meredith Carey, Julianna Bond design Kathleen Strauss event photgraphy

letter from

the co-directors Dear readers, We would like to start by thanking you for supporting Tale of One City and making this a great second year! By luck, we became involved in this extraordinary adventure. We learned more than we could have imagined from the brilliant and creative high school students who submitted work to the Tale of One City literary and art competition. With the help of the incredible and talented Tale of One City team, it is our pleasure to present the top fifteen works submitted this year. After a successful first year, the founders, Rebecca and Drew, contacted us in hopes that we could continue in the mission of fostering art and literature in Dallas high schools that could bridge the wide socioeconomic and cultural gaps in the city. Tale of One City Magazines includes a sample of what Dallas high school students have to say about their city. We hope that after looking at the magazine, more people will listen to these inspiring voices in the community. Please flip through this magazine and reflect on the realities of Dallas today. These artists have pointed out a glaring truth: we all share responsibility for our city. The images and voices in Tale of One City Magazine stir hope for the bright future of Dallas. See y’all next year!

Mayela Trespalacios

Caroline Dillard

tale of one city coffee house December 1st, the Tale of One City directors and staff welcomed the top 15 artists and writers to Southern Methodist University for the second annual Tale of One City Coffee House. Each student was invited to bring their family and contribute their thoughts to the discussion of diversity in Dallas. The artists shared their perspectives on their art works in front of fellow artists, their parents, and SMU students. Finally, co-directors Mayela Trespalacios and Caroline Dillard awarded first and second place winners Elizabeth Housewright and Paige Hughes their Tale of One City scholarships at the event. The event, held in the Hughes Trigg Student Center, was a great success thanks to the hard work of Mayela and Caroline, but especially the contributions by the artists and writers.




1) Co-directors Mayela Trespalacios and Caroline Dillard congratulate first and second place winners Elizabeth Housewright and Paige Hughes 2) SMU students admire the featured artwork 3) Jessica Quezada speaks about her photography

Tale of One City

First Place {Elizabeth Housewright}

Tale of One City

Second Place {Paige Hughes}

I chose to illustrate the idea that downtown Dallas shouldn’t be defined by a harsh stereotype. The top half of the piece reflects the stereotypical view of downtown: it’s a place that is presumed to be filled with big business, symbolized by the newspapers, and the constant pressure to be perfect in everything you do, symbolized by the magazine clippings. On the bottom half of the piece is the realistic reflection of downtown Dallas; it’s painted just as the city would appear to the eye if the labels were stripped away, an area of natural and architectural beauty. The buildings are painted without detail in order to encourage viewers to interpret their own idea of what downtown Dallas is, rather than listening to the hype. Each person will discover how wonderful downtown Dallas is to him or her in his or her own way.


{ Tale of One City: Dallas }

Dissecting a Map Your presence has never been absent, You have shown your guidance throughout time, The hurricanes of sadness always lose its’ strength with your hope, I look up to you and I admire you, You always point towards the correct path, Reminding me to keep looking up into my future, As I lean next to the city bus stop, I become a spectator in your beauty, You have seen me evolve into what I am today, Within a few months I will have to let go of your hand, Dallas, I will never forget you, You have been like a parent to me, With the same passion and perseverance you aided me with, I will also give the same love to you upon my arrival, Thank You for your time invested in me.

Jenifer Rangel

Split Audrey Gan

I depicted Dallas as having two different flip-sides from my perspective. Each side shows the opposite of another. One side shows the beauty and cheerfulness that many people get to see on a daily basis, but on the other side it shows the side that not many people see unless they are in those types of situations themselves. I think that if people can become aware of that other side, there will be more unity as a whole of Dallas and instead of being the tale of two cities, we can indeed become the tale of one, unified city. { Tale of One City: Dallas }



Jessica Quezada

Downtown, Dallas inhibits some of the most unique characters. Every person has a story to tell and when I stumbled upon this vagabond towards the West End area I couldn’t resist taking his photograph. I felt bad for not having any cash on me when he asked for some, but he was kind enough to still let me take his picture. And despite the mangy attributes that defined him, he was a warm-hearted guy who portrayed Dallas’ individuality that is diverse and welcoming.


{ Tale of One City: Dallas }

Camera through Dallas

Through my camera lens, Dallas seems perfect Until I zoom in a little bit more Like every city, Dallas has its faults Fighting, stereotypes, economy But as I zoom out, I notice the things that make Dallas different State Fair of Texas, Rangers, Cowboys Stadium Not to mention the great places in downtown Aquarium, Dallas Museum of Art, Main Street Garden No matter what image I take of Dallas, I end up with a unique take of the city So take an image and see what you will find The difference in Dallas makes the photograph shine

Maria Iqbal

Celeste Laster

Welcome { Tale of One City: Dallas }



Relaxed. Casual. Colorful. Color Blind. Transparent. Friends. Clear. Dallas 2011, color no longer applies. Friends together relaxing and waiting to run. This is how it should be for everyone.

Morgan Winspear

Aubrey Clemmens

A Color Blind Heart


A color blind heart is the best of all hearts, For a color blind heart cannot see outer appearances, For the heart can only feel the others devotions, A color blind heart is only found in a the eyes of a child, If only Dallas’s citizens was that divine thoughtful child, Who could never judge on an outer appearance, Yet could only love the heart of its comrade, To reach forth and capture the color blind heart, Before the venom of persecution, Penetrates its loving victim, If only we could let go of our eyes, To start glancing with our heart, There is no need for our eyes to see in such black and white, Why not differentiate with a hasten of color, Why even ponder over such stinginess, When through so much we know, To judge is not our place, To love each other despite others appearances, Well that is the gift of a child’s color blind heart, For us to model, Our place is to love, To have that love reach around Dallas taking everyone in its path, Yet sadly, the curse of racism spits in our mouths, Leaving a tattoo of hate in our hearts, It only takes one to love, One to change, One to help all the other ones, Slowly erase the racism tattoo implanted in Dallas’s heart, Together we can slowly build the world a color blind heart.

Me or “Me” There are two different parts of ME There is a Me The part of ME that has been existent since I was born And there is a “Me” The part of ME that has only existed for about a year and a half But also is the most dominate part of ME Me I know her so well She is original and unique So creative and funny Always having the last words She likes rap and Christian music “Me” I think I know her But she’s more of an acquaintance She is a conformer and follower She changes to her surroundings to fit in She has to try harder than she used to have to about a year ago She’s just isn’t comfortable in this new environment Me Has been in public school since she was little Always questioning and wondering about the world “Me” Always tries to be the dominate part of ME She likes pop, dubstep, and alternative music But is always pushed deeper and deeper under Has been in private school for about a year As if she were in a permanent drowning state Feels likes she gets along well Gasping for air as she tries to stay above Always suppressing Me with her dominant side Being a bully to Me Me Was born in Pleasant Grove Was very good at sports Sports fanatic African American At a predominately African American school Was dominate at the time “Me” Lives in Farmers Branch Sometimes competitive and antisocial Sports fanatic Jazmine Williams Very diverse At a predominately Caucasian school It’s the most dominate ME of the time Me or “Me” Me and “Me” have a few similarities Because ultimately they are ME They should be one but they have split Me and “Me” both live in Dallas But they both have different personalities They are constantly fighting for dominacy Who will be the winner? I don’t know

Me or “Me”



Ali Oberman

I combined an underexposed and an overexposed picture of downtown Dallas to bring out the color and details of the beautiful city skyline.

Sheltered Katherine Frisbie


People hunger and thirst? Precious newborns are nursed By young girls not much older than I?

People own ecstasy? They sell it at parties Filled with teenagers all just like me?

There are shootings and pain? Children sit in the rain With no shelter to cover their heads?

How was I so naive? I still want to believe That in Dallas we all will succeed.

Kids don’t all attend college Or treasure the knowledge They receive every day in our schools?

Now that I’ve seen the worst I take part in the thirst To make Dallas the best it can be.

Something to be Proud of Annemarie McQuary

I was born in Seattle, Washington. The city of rainy streets and coffee drinking hipsters. I knew downtown like the back of my hand. If asked, I could tell you which parks were the best to play at. And the zoo was my second home. It was familiar. It was home. Texas is a state. That’s all I knew. A state filled with cowboys who ride their horses into town, deserts roamed by lonely possums, and Indians living in teepees on the prairie. It wasn’t a part of the bubble of comfort and confinement that surrounded my life, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t pay much attention to it until I found out I had to live there. Moving to Dallas, Texas was the last thing I ever wanted to do. “What’s in Dallas?” was the first thing I yelled at my mother when she told me we were being relocated to Dallas for my dad’s job. It scared me to think about moving to a place so foreign and new. All my life I had lived in the same place and had done the same things with the same people. I was comfortable where I was. I didn’t want to move. Not one bit. As we flew over Dallas for the first time, my sister and I sat with our mouths open. Brown. That’s the best word to describe what we saw. Coming from a place so green and surrounded by water, it was a shock to see an area so brown and dry. Because it was the middle of August, we were hit by a wave of heat when we stepped off the plane. How could one place be so hot! As we drove to what would soon be our new home, I stared out the window at the crisscrossing freeways, the cars going way too fast, and the scorching sun that filled the cloudless sky. I hated it.

The first day of school was torture. I held onto my mom’s had as if I were a pre-schooler about to start my first day of kindergarten. I begged her to stay with me. She told me I was in sixth grade now. I could do this on my own, and that everyone else was just as nervous as I was. I didn’t believe her, but knew there was no point in arguing, and I walked into my classroom with false confidence that I wish I really had. Throughout my first year in Dallas I couldn’t stand it. Sure I had friends and did well in school, but all I wanted to do was go back to Seattle. I felt that way for a long time. But I eventually understood that no matter how hard I begged, we weren’t moving back to Seattle any time soon. I started looking at Dallas in a new way. Slowly but surely Dallas became home to me. Five years has gone by in the blink of an eye. As I have made more friends, gone more places, and have seen more of what Dallas has to offer, I have become more attached to the city. I may not know Dallas like the back of my hand, but I’ve grown to love it and call it home. Over the summer I met someone who helped me understand why Texans are such proud people. Listening to this person talk about Texas the way he did helped me really appreciate Dallas and everything that makes this city what it is. We should all feel pride for where we come from. This city isn’t just a city. It’s a utopia. A place where we sing songs about where we come from. A place where tradition isn’t forced. And a place where the true meaning of southern hospitality shines through. From the toes of Big Tex’s boots, to the top of Reunion Tower, Dallas is a city filled with kind people, passionate spirit, and an enduring history.

That’s something to be proud of.


Celeste Laster


Tale of One City is sponsored by Southern Methodist University’s Big Ideas Project.


Tale of One City 2012