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 Jan 2014 Emily
Bilal Kaci
Oh*, sway me gently
In this large rustic cradle
Which way to the Nile?
written for a school assignment, feedback?
© 2014 Bilal Kaci
 Jan 2014 Emily
Hayley Neininger
Feminism is not a bad word
It is more than four words
If you are a woman if you are a man
If you believe that gender equality
Is important, if you stand by your mother
When she shouts, “I am equal!”
Then you are a feminist.
And I’m tired, I’m tired and I’m frustrated
That the patriarchal society we live in
Would rather demonize equality
Rather than let it stand tall as the statue
It deserves to be.
All it means
Is you believe that women and men are equal
That they deserve to be treated both fairly and just
And I trust-
That the only image of a feminist in your mind
Is one that hates men, that burns bras, that simply get in the way.
And sure there might be a few of those, yes
But I would like to ask you
Since when did one represent the whole?
Since when were all white Christian men
Devalued, dehumanized because of Jeffery Dahmer?
If I were to follow your logic
If we were all to follow your logic
We’d have to lock up every single one of you
All because a few of your fellow men
Perverted an ideal that at the heart of it was good
And please be good
To your feminists please know that it is not a movement
To strip people of rights but to grant rights to those who have been denied
Feminism isn’t a bad word
It’s a word that holds an ideal
That genetics that genitalia do not dictate
Whether or not a human being is held to the
American standard of equality.
bit of a rant
 Jan 2014 Emily
Sam Conrad
I'm pretty weak.
Weak in body,
Weak in spirit.
Weak in places I never knew I could be.

Your mom screamed at me to grow a backbone.
You were my backbone.
I tried to grow you.
I tried to grow us.

She would have none of it.
Threats, promises, whatevers.
Name calling, screaming and shouting.
I didn't deserve it at all.
You would eventually have none of it, too.
I messed up.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Allen Wilbert
Life
 Jan 2014 Emily
Allen Wilbert
Life

People are irate,
they sealed their own fate,
locked up, is the golden gate.
Nobody knows just why,
we all must say good-bye,
falling from the darkened sky.
Locked in a small room,
all you can smell is doom,
what if life will never resume.
Scratching and a crawling,
life can be so appalling,
why must we always be stalling.
Feeling like subjects,
wondering why life is so complex,
maybe we're all just special effects.
No journey, just a destination,
can't even turn the station,
death is becoming the latest sensation.
As for me, I believe in love,
no need to push and shove,
is there really a crying dove.
I don't believe in God,
I'm the only non fraud,
it's me you all should applaud.
Things can turn around,
just need to break it down,
then you too can wear the crown.
Together we can make things right,
no need to fuss and fight,
lets make the darkness seem bright.
I actually have no single clue,
over the cuckoo's nest I flew,
life is something, I just thought I knew.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Satsuki
Miss you
 Jan 2014 Emily
Satsuki
I could say I miss you
But that'd be an understatement
Not a second goes by that you're not on my mind
I wish and hope and pray that I run into you
Just to see you once more
To watch your hair fall into your face
To fight the urge to tuck it back behind your ear
Because I fear getting too close to you
I imagine it a lot
Seeing you standing in front of me
How it would happen
Where we would be
And what would be said
If I'd be able to look you in the eye
And forget how much you hurt me
Without even knowing you did
If I'd just run away
Or if I'd have the courage to speak
What would I say
Would I ask you how you've been
Or tell you that I crave you when I'm alone
Will I ever get the chance to know?
 Jan 2014 Emily
Satsuki
Gone
 Jan 2014 Emily
Satsuki
I don't know who I am when you're gone. Because I found my missing puzzle piece in the palm of your hand and when I held it I was complete. But you left without warning so I'm empty and mourning in this cold house with no heat. You told me I was your angel but your words were so hollow. I'm not sure I believe you and I can't seem to swallow my tears anymore. I still wear that ring that you gave me on my birthday and it reminds me of the things I'm dying to tell you that I just can't say. You're so close to me yet farther away than ever before and I can't help but to sit here and wonder why you closed this door. So while I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my heart, your memory is just tearing me apart. I love you still and I always will I just cant remember why I do, but I'll never forget you.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Nat Lipstadt
your beauty does not fade,
your self, remaking, and remade,
you see empty,
we see refilling,
seeking, dreaming,
but make no mistake,
isolation is not your condition,
no, instead think permutation,
you are skin shedding, evolving
the newer new, substance over
lip gloss of surface
and the voyage of transition
is wondrous to us.
Behold!
Behold, a
Kelly Rose!
Jan 25th, 2014
Postscript:

Tho the central sun warms the unfolding,
It is the bitter winded cold of the northeast that
Queries, what is the stuff of your composure?
Where artists litter the pavement, some rising,
Some falling, but all teaching by watching
You pirouette.

So when the inner quest is not sufficient,
Come to where the weather's central quest,
Is a reminder constant that there is no answer,
For humans are seasonal creatures,
Forever changing their skins or else
Slow dying under a tan that hides
No change

The postscript came to me later, obseving the snow flurries and and the NYCB dancers performing Concert Barocco (music by Bach) at the ballet now
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