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GATEWAY<br />
VOICES<br />
2003<br />
gateway voices
Introduction<br />
The <strong>Gateway</strong> <strong>Institute</strong> <strong>for</strong> <strong>Pre</strong>-<strong>College</strong> <strong>Education</strong> operates<br />
high school programs <strong>for</strong> academically motivated<br />
young people invested in higher education and interested<br />
in the health professions. <strong>Gateway</strong> <strong>Voices</strong> is a<br />
journal designed to showcase the creative talents and<br />
unique voices of these students. For this, the second<br />
annual edition of the journal, I was deeply impressed<br />
with the quality, quantity, and diversity of the submissions<br />
we received.<br />
Students submitted over one hundred original<br />
works, reflecting the geographic, demographic and<br />
creative diversity of <strong>Gateway</strong> students. Selecting<br />
pieces <strong>for</strong> final publication proved exceedingly difficult<br />
and without the invaluable editorial collaboration of<br />
two dedicated <strong>Gateway</strong> students, Christian Gist and<br />
Allan Robles, this journal would not reflect so clearly<br />
the voices of our students. Space considerations prohibited<br />
the selection of many wonderful, interesting<br />
pieces of student writing and art. Please consult our<br />
website (www.gateway.cuny.edu) <strong>for</strong> an expanded<br />
selection of student work. I want to express my sincere<br />
appreciation <strong>for</strong> all the work submitted by the talented<br />
group of authors and artists in the <strong>Gateway</strong> program,<br />
especially the pieces we could not publish in<br />
this edition of the journal.<br />
The vibrancy and diversity of these young authors<br />
and artists is immediately clear. Students explored a<br />
multiplicity of styles and <strong>for</strong>ms in both visual and written<br />
work. Even amidst the exciting variety displayed in<br />
this body of work, many students reflected on the<br />
enduring themes of relationships, identity, and social<br />
and political realities. Their work reveals serious consideration<br />
of themselves and their environments.<br />
Students explored the nuances of romantic, familial,<br />
and peer relationships. They expressed the strength,<br />
confusion, doubt, and discovery of their own identity<br />
with striking insight and relevancy. Students presented<br />
serious depictions and poignant commentary on<br />
social realities like racism, poverty, violence, terrorism<br />
and war. Additionally, the varied works presented<br />
here include explorations of topics ranging from beauty<br />
to health to fantastical events.<br />
I know you will enjoy reading the writing of <strong>Gateway</strong><br />
student authors and looking at the work of the artists.<br />
This journal emerged from a collaborative process and<br />
could not have been possible without the ef<strong>for</strong>ts of the<br />
<strong>Gateway</strong> Central Student Council, Site Coordinators, and<br />
teachers who are gratefully acknowledged at the back of<br />
this publication. I hope this journal continues to serve<br />
as both a <strong>for</strong>um and catalyst <strong>for</strong> meaningful writing and<br />
art by these young people.<br />
Jessica Arnold<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Table of Contents<br />
Identity<br />
Afisha Bain, Greatness 4<br />
Syllorne Wiseman, Celebrate Myself<br />
Farhana Islam, New Version of You 5<br />
William Dennis, I’ve Got to be Me<br />
Corina Alexander, Destiny 6<br />
Stephanie Rivera, Useless<br />
Cecilia Besley, Confused I Stand 7<br />
Deandra Hinds, Changing<br />
Millicent Bynum, Millicent’s Metamorphosis 9<br />
Christian Gist, The Light 10<br />
Joy Newball, Art Thou Cast Down<br />
Veronica Quito, Untitled 11<br />
Jerrod Bishop, Concrete Flower 15<br />
Society<br />
Funmi Showole, A Lesson Be<strong>for</strong>e Dying 17<br />
Bomopregha Julius,<br />
What is the World Coming To? 18<br />
Egomeli Hormeku,<br />
How it Feels to Live and Care<br />
Shaneka Caesar, The 19<br />
Sean Pickett, Sometimes<br />
Michael Olushoga, This Moment 20<br />
Nathaniel Ford, Survival<br />
Kimberly St. Louis, Sept. 11 23<br />
Tiffany Richards, An American<br />
Warda Zaman, Will I be Heard? 24<br />
GATEWAY<br />
VOICES<br />
2003<br />
Relationships<br />
Jonathan Pride,<br />
The Opposite End of the Spectrum 25<br />
Milredy Joseph, A Lonely Child 27<br />
Michael Nicholson,<br />
I Wish You Were Still Here 27<br />
Benjamin Mendez, Goodbye<br />
Jennifer Maria, Loneliness Sinks In 28<br />
Tavia Jackson, Single Mother 29<br />
Jenelle Angelique Nadine Lee, Untitled 30<br />
Aleksandra Nesterova, Don’t Know<br />
What You Have Until It’s Gone 34<br />
Other <strong>Voices</strong><br />
Kevon Marshall, How I Became a Angel 35<br />
Alexia Mascall, Obesity-Linked Fast Food 38<br />
Natalia Fredericks, Intuitional 42<br />
Jamie Matthew, <strong>Gateway</strong> 45<br />
Kishauna Flowers, Speechless 46<br />
Jacqueline Marquina, The End of a Dream 47<br />
Acknowledgements 48<br />
The following artists contributed work that is<br />
displayed throughout the magazine and on the cover:<br />
Helen Aluleme, Sherman Ali, Gewan Bamasarran,<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Nancy Castillo, Marguerite Einhorn,<br />
Tonya Gorousingh, Yolanda Hernandez, Farhana Islam,<br />
Surpreet Kesar, Martrina Morrison, Jacques Princival,<br />
Harmanmeet Singh, and Tiffany Wilson.<br />
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Afisha Bain<br />
Erasmus Hall High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Greatness<br />
When I hear the old man,<br />
Telling stories of great deeds,<br />
Telling of heroes of<br />
Those ancient days,<br />
When I hear that telling,<br />
Then I think within me,<br />
I too am one of these.<br />
When I hear the people<br />
Praising great ones,<br />
Then I too shall be esteemed.<br />
I too, when my time comes,<br />
I shall do mightily.<br />
Syllorne Wiseman<br />
Science Skills Center High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Celebrate Myself<br />
I am me<br />
Wise and Wonderful<br />
I am me<br />
Bronze and Brave<br />
I am me<br />
Witty and Willing<br />
I am me and<br />
I will be all that I can be<br />
No mountain too high<br />
No valley too low<br />
Once I am me<br />
And I be me<br />
I am all you will ever see<br />
Nancy Castillo, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2008<br />
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William Dennis<br />
John F. Kennedy High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
I’ve got to be me<br />
Harmanmeet Singh, Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Farhana Islam<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
New Version of You<br />
I suffer much <strong>for</strong> just being me,<br />
I am in love with being real<br />
So, that is why I pay such an awful fee.<br />
Being frank and honest may never<br />
promote me ahead,<br />
But I possess great peace of mind when<br />
resting upon my bed.<br />
I dislike throwing rocks and hiding in my<br />
hands<br />
Or faking a smile to meet the approval<br />
of men.<br />
Phony folks are so numerous and real<br />
people are so rare<br />
Whenever you act yourself, you get<br />
everybody’s stare.<br />
This dog-eat-dog affair is a game the<br />
whole world plays<br />
While the good morals of our society are<br />
buried under decay.<br />
So go on my brothers, my sisters<br />
And become what the world would have<br />
you to be,<br />
For I have already signed life’s com<strong>for</strong>t,<br />
I’ve got to be me.<br />
New goals, new hopes, new dreams,<br />
New thoughts, new ideas as it seems<br />
New point of view, new understanding, a whole new<br />
different sight,<br />
New clothes, new taste, new style if you might.<br />
New motivations, new taste, new style if you might.<br />
Promptly, new unremitting miseries as it comes,<br />
New strength, new power, new skill,<br />
Ten more seconds to the count of three<br />
Seven, six, five, four, three, two...<br />
One more second be<strong>for</strong>e you become a new version of you.<br />
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Corina Alexander<br />
John F. Kennedy High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Destiny<br />
I say goodbye to the past<br />
As the moments of today are flying by much too fast,<br />
I’ll remember the things that once were and never again will be.<br />
I’ll try to put behind me the things I’ve seen, but never again will see.<br />
Today is but a moment that will be looked back on as the past.<br />
The future will soon be present.<br />
I’ll live my life only to feel just like I haven’t lived at all.<br />
I’ll live the present with thoughts from the past I recall.<br />
I live in the now,<br />
But still I linger in the past somehow.<br />
I wish there was something I could do to make<br />
Amends with the past and a present all new,<br />
Then that would change the future.<br />
What is destiny anyway?<br />
It seems to be precious moments you can say.<br />
Our lives could be so different if we just<br />
Took time to look at it and see.<br />
Maybe the way it turned out was not the way<br />
It was meant to be.<br />
Stephanie Rivera<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Useless<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Everyday, every week<br />
I feel as though I’m not me.<br />
I’m there, skin, blood, and all,<br />
But to everyone else, I’m just a thing.<br />
I’m a fax machine, a printer,<br />
Making copies of papers <strong>for</strong> people.<br />
I’m a candy machine,<br />
Handing lollipops, and pieces of gum,<br />
With no fee.<br />
I’m an answering machine,<br />
Repeating things over and over <strong>for</strong> homework help,<br />
Or nonsense.<br />
I’m a thing that constantly gets used,<br />
However, feels abused<br />
By the ones I call friends.<br />
But what happens to a machine or a thing<br />
That refuses to work or maybe is broken?<br />
It gets thrown out, or left in the corner<br />
And collects dust<br />
And eventually becomes useless.<br />
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Deandra Hinds<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
Changing<br />
I am caught in a whirlpool<br />
trying to find my way.<br />
Twirled by the world, I am<br />
trapped in a game.<br />
While I try to refrain from<br />
losing myself, I find that I<br />
am becoming someone else.<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Cecilia Besley<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
Confused I Stand<br />
As I sit here with my radio playing<br />
at a level so disturbing,<br />
I think about the infinite things<br />
but yet I feel so empty.<br />
There’s so much to do<br />
wouldn't you agree?<br />
But then again there’s nothing.<br />
How fun is it to do something<br />
when you don’t know what you’re doing?<br />
The stars above call me every night,<br />
the dirt paths of the ridged earth attract my<br />
most cherished possession,<br />
I think as much as I blink<br />
where as every blink represents another<br />
thought or at least a developing one,<br />
artificial light shines in my face<br />
mere compared to the genuine light that the<br />
burning ball of gas<br />
reveals when so happy<br />
it is cold yet warm<br />
so confused I stand.<br />
Did you ever think “you” through,<br />
and come up lost?<br />
Tossed emotions run through my head as<br />
I lay here in my bed.<br />
I try to stay ahead, but just feel caught instead.<br />
What confusion! I wish I could find a solution.<br />
I’ve lived with myself and no one else,<br />
But I can not find my way.<br />
God knows I have prayed.<br />
Life seems unfair, but wait — I am here!<br />
No need to shed a tear, I have to face my fear.<br />
I am changing, life is rearranging, and<br />
there is no total sustaining.<br />
I am caught up in a whirlpool<br />
trying to find my way.<br />
I found myself, but I am not the<br />
same as yesterday.<br />
I am framing a better me,<br />
and I have finally broken free!!!<br />
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Martrina Morrison, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2004
Millicent Bynum<br />
John F. Kennedy High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Millicent’s Metamorphosis<br />
When Millicent Bynum woke up one morning<br />
From unsettling dreams,<br />
She found herself changed in her bed<br />
Into a cumulus cloud.<br />
She drifted downstairs<br />
For breakfast<br />
And to greet her immediate family.<br />
As usual, they ignored her presence<br />
So she floated away from home.<br />
And went to a place<br />
Where she thought she would be appreciated:<br />
AT SCHOOL.<br />
Un<strong>for</strong>tunately, she was only welcomed<br />
By her teachers and her true friends.<br />
Everyone else,<br />
Like pretentious people,<br />
Disregarded her.<br />
Once again she floated away.<br />
Escaping from their negativity,<br />
The winds managed to push her<br />
Into the direction of her close companion.<br />
She thought that he would fully appreciate her.<br />
Fortunately, he cared <strong>for</strong> her and loved her.<br />
He even understood her.<br />
But he couldn’t appreciate her completely<br />
Because he wasn’t too sure<br />
About himself.<br />
So she decided to keep him close to her heart.<br />
In the meantime, she needed to drift away and<br />
find solace.<br />
Once again, she floated away.<br />
She drifted away to a sanctuary<br />
Full of advice and morals.<br />
Where she learned the value of self-importance<br />
She also learned that others won’t appreciate you<br />
Until you appreciate yourself.<br />
With a new approach to life,<br />
She decided to give her loved ones<br />
A second chance.<br />
Once again, she floated away.<br />
Determined to try again,<br />
She arrived at her house.<br />
Her family was ecstatic to see her.<br />
Later, she learned that<br />
They were devastated by her absence.<br />
They even put up ads looking <strong>for</strong> her.<br />
She thought to herself,<br />
“You don’t know what you have, until it’s gone”<br />
She was so encouraged by their affection,<br />
That she decided to visit the school once more.<br />
Once again she floated away.<br />
On her way to school,<br />
She passed by a reminder of the sadness and<br />
negativity<br />
That haunted her each day.<br />
Not willing to give up easily,<br />
She continued on her expedition.<br />
She approached the ones<br />
Who claimed to be her friends.<br />
Un<strong>for</strong>tunately, they didn’t budge,<br />
And continued to think negatively of her.<br />
Showing no signs of stress,<br />
From the pessimistic attitudes she encountered,<br />
She continued to float away.<br />
She managed to come back,<br />
To her close companion.<br />
However, he still didn’t find himself.<br />
And wasn’t able to appreciate her completely.<br />
But she decided to stay with him.<br />
She thought maybe one day<br />
He would have to go through the same process<br />
That she went through.<br />
She laughed at the possibility<br />
That he may even wake up a cloud.<br />
Thankful <strong>for</strong> her new sense of appreciation<br />
And her big heart,<br />
She no longer needed to feel like a cloud.<br />
The next morning, Millicent Bynum woke up<br />
And found herself changed<br />
Back into a human.<br />
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Christian Gist<br />
Erasmus Hall High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
The Light<br />
I have been through the tunnel<br />
And I find myself now in the light.<br />
I’ve passed through many struggles<br />
That have shaped the way I am.<br />
Many things have inflicted pain,<br />
Some others inflicted sorrow,<br />
A few have caused distress,<br />
While others destroyed me in total.<br />
But now I see the light,<br />
That beautiful shining light,<br />
That has caressed me with its warmth<br />
And has renewed me inside.<br />
This light has healed my many pains.<br />
This light has healed my wounds.<br />
Its warmth has kept me living,<br />
Its clarity has purified my whole.<br />
I would never leave this light<br />
Because it has brought me great joy.<br />
It has taken everything that bothered me<br />
And happiness, to my life it has brought.<br />
Joy Newball<br />
Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Art Thou Cast Down<br />
“Why art thou cast down, O my soul?”<br />
That’s what I ask my self sometimes.<br />
“Why am I down?” Feeling the endless night isn’t done<br />
Like I have no oil so my light can shine.<br />
Watching others do this to each other is heart breaking<br />
But when you’re the one who is being persecuted<br />
You think of answers on why they do it.<br />
“Maybe it’s because I’m weak,” I say.<br />
“Maybe its because I smile all day.”<br />
“Maybe it’s because if you keep a light glowing with kindness<br />
It disables them and this light grants them blindness.”<br />
So the shades come down and that’s when it starts.<br />
The darts of evil come darting to what matters 2 your<br />
Argh!!! Is the pain that screams<br />
With this arrow pierced in my heart, I wait,<br />
I wait <strong>for</strong> death that has taken my conscience<br />
My conscience waits <strong>for</strong> the life to be <strong>for</strong>gotten<br />
Will anyone care, will they keep me there,<br />
There in their ♥s so I can live on?<br />
“No!!” they say, <strong>for</strong> there is anger and bitterness.<br />
“No!!” because they are selfish and arrogant.<br />
“No!!” because they could have something else replace it.<br />
“No!!” because they would have a cold and faceless<br />
♥ be in their lives, have coldness in their eyes.<br />
Having no pity on themselves, not caring 4 any 1 else.<br />
So that’s what happens when you’re cast down in your soul.<br />
Don’t let it happen, don’t let it take its toll<br />
Because it has happened to me and now I’m 2 old.<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Veronica Quito<br />
Bayard Rustin High School<br />
<strong>for</strong> the Humanities<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Untitled<br />
Skateboard. An unfamiliar term to me.<br />
It was my brother’s gift from my parents<br />
on Christmas day. He barely used<br />
it; he kept it in his closet. The wheels<br />
were an off-white with dirt here and<br />
there. To him, it was a wooden plank<br />
with wheels and of no use. That<br />
wooden plank would turn out to be a<br />
turning point in my life.<br />
“Clean your room!” my mother<br />
yells <strong>for</strong> the second time.<br />
“Yeah yeah,” I call out. I was getting<br />
sick of being yelled at. It was a<br />
beautiful Saturday morning and<br />
already there was discord.<br />
“You have three seconds!<br />
One…two…if I count to three and<br />
you’re not in your room..!”<br />
“Fine I’ll go now!” I say.<br />
I get up and head towards the back<br />
of the apartment. As light floods into<br />
my room, I see the scattered remains<br />
of an art project. Paint spills, brushes,<br />
and bits of wood and glue all cover<br />
the tiled floor. I pick my way across<br />
the floor, being careful not to slip on anything. As I<br />
lean on a wooden plank to jump across a pile of painted<br />
wood bits, the plank suddenly collapses and sends<br />
me directly into the pile. I lay on the floor, blinking a<br />
mile a minute, trying to figure out how I got from up<br />
there to down here. I slowly raise myself up and notice<br />
that I’m painted from head to toe. I pick up the plank<br />
and, surprise surprise, it wasn’t a plank. It was my<br />
brother’s old skateboard. Frustrated, I throw it underneath<br />
my bed, already packed with boxes.<br />
“Freaking skateboard,” I mutter.<br />
“What’s going on?” my mother asks, coming into<br />
the mess that was my room.<br />
“What is this thing doing here,” I ask, “isn’t this<br />
Miguel’s?”<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
“Yes but there is nowhere else to keep it, so it’ll<br />
have to stay here,” my mother responds.<br />
“Might as well make use of it. What do you think<br />
will happen if I do this?” I ask my mother, as I grab<br />
the skateboard and jump on.<br />
Bad move. Not only does the skateboard fly from<br />
under my feet but I also fly from the skateboard and hit<br />
my head on my bedpost. My mother scrambles over.<br />
“Are you all right?” she asks with a worried expression<br />
on her face.<br />
”I’ll be fine,” I mutter, trying my best to remain conscious.<br />
“That’s the second time I’ve fallen because of<br />
this skateboard,” I comment.<br />
“Well, when you finish cleaning your room you can tell<br />
me how you fell the first time, you hear?” my mother says.<br />
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“I’ll do that,” I say warily.<br />
Once I am done cleaning my room, I pick up the<br />
skateboard and examine it minutely. “Everything<br />
seems to be in place. Nothing is loose, missing or in<br />
any other way wrong,” I say to myself. I put the skateboard<br />
down once more.<br />
“This time I won’t jump on.” I carefully put my right<br />
foot at the front of the skateboard like I had seen pros<br />
do on TV. The skateboard wobbles a bit and then<br />
stops. I then lean on my desk and place my left foot<br />
on it. Right at that instant my mother walks in and<br />
startles me. I fall off and again hit the floor.<br />
“Wait until the summer when you can actually go<br />
outside and learn,” my mother suggests.<br />
“No. It’s now or never. I will learn how to use this<br />
thing,” I respond angrily.<br />
She backs out of my room and I continue trying to<br />
pick myself up.<br />
“All right, you board. I will learn how to use you,<br />
even if I break my head in the process. You will not<br />
succeed in making me afraid of you and continue<br />
using valuable space in my room. Be prepared you old<br />
thing,” I warn the skateboard.<br />
I get up on it and as soon as I do the skateboard<br />
tips side to side.<br />
“You won’t bring me down,” I tell the skateboard.<br />
Well, it did. It brought me down so hard that I<br />
thought I broke my skull. I had hit the corner of my<br />
wooden desk.<br />
“Aaaarrrggghhh!!!! You freaking *@#^!” I call out.<br />
I quickly scramble up and once again I try it out. I<br />
have to admit that I have a very stubborn and persistent<br />
character, which is the only reason that I am<br />
continuing to risk breaking my limbs. I fall approximately<br />
fifteen times be<strong>for</strong>e dinner and about five<br />
times be<strong>for</strong>e I go to bed. To me it seems as if I am<br />
making a bloopers movie because of all the falls.<br />
Un<strong>for</strong>tunately, I can’t practice again until tomorrow<br />
afternoon because I have Sunday school and then<br />
mass to go to. So I’ll wait until then…<br />
I am here standing next to the skateboard. So far, I<br />
haven’t done anything yet with it. I’m just merely looking<br />
at it. All right already. It’s time to get busy.<br />
“Here I go!” I yell.<br />
I quickly get in the mood and jump on the skateboard,<br />
<strong>for</strong>getting what happened last time I did that.<br />
“Hey I didn’t fall!” I cry, surprised. “Woohoo!”<br />
The skateboard begins to slowly roll, while I concentrate<br />
on keeping my balance by locking my knees.<br />
“Don’t do that,” my father says as he steps in my<br />
room, “you’ll hurt your knees.”<br />
Really,” I ask worried, “I will?”<br />
“Yes. It’s too much pressure on your knees and<br />
you’ll probably fall faster than if you bend them a little.<br />
Here, let me show you.”<br />
He helps me off the board and blows into his<br />
hands, then rubs them.<br />
“OK, here I go. One, two, three!” he hops on, like<br />
I did, and nearly falls.<br />
He somehow manages to balance himself and looks<br />
up at me, smiling.<br />
“Look at my knees. See how they are bent? That’s<br />
how you have to have them in order to keep your balance,”<br />
he says, shaking because it was his first time<br />
on a skateboard.<br />
“Ok, let me try,” I say eagerly, wanting to try this<br />
new method. He hops off just in time be<strong>for</strong>e the skateboard<br />
decides to take off.<br />
“Whew, close one,” he says, exasperated. I jump<br />
on, and, keeping my knees bent, begin to roll back<br />
and <strong>for</strong>th like a mad woman.<br />
“Look at me go!” I yell, a little too loudly.<br />
“That’s good. Now try to go from here to there,” he<br />
says while pointing to the far end of the room where<br />
my mother’s old sewing machine was.<br />
“You think I can make it that far?” I ask, whimpering.<br />
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Now go on.” He gently<br />
puts his hands on my back and pushes me.<br />
Even be<strong>for</strong>e I get halfway to the sewing machine the<br />
skateboard begins to wobble side to side and then suddenly<br />
stops. I fall flat on my face and, somehow, manage<br />
to hit my head in the process. I can’t believe this<br />
wood thing can cause so much pain, I think to myself.<br />
What I actually say to my father is a different thing.<br />
“Great fall, huh?”<br />
“Yeah honey, but don’t do it again or you’ll be in<br />
pain,’ he says wisely.<br />
I get on again, this time with a different purpose, to<br />
keep my balance on the skateboard without rolling<br />
around. This is going to take a while.<br />
I had spoken to my friend Arlene previously and she<br />
had given me some tips on how to successfully take<br />
control over the board. “Bend your knees a little so<br />
you’ll have better balance. And don’t <strong>for</strong>get to wear a<br />
helmet. You seem to have the tendency to hit your<br />
head too much,” Arlene had said.<br />
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Sherman Ali, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
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But of course, I never learn without it happening to<br />
me directly. So I don’t wear protection and I don’t<br />
bend my knees. But I still manage to increase my<br />
speed on the skateboard. <strong>Pre</strong>tty soon I’ll be flying, I<br />
think to myself, smiling.<br />
Since the board obviously seems to have a tendency<br />
to stop suddenly, I suspect it will stop during this<br />
practice hour as well. Everything is going great so far,<br />
so I’ll I try not to jinx it. Too late.<br />
“Aaaahh!” I cry as the skateboard stops and sends<br />
me toward the cold floor. Thud. I gasp from the pain<br />
as I try to sit up.<br />
“I hit my back pretty badly,” I say to my mother,<br />
who had come in to see what all the noise was about.<br />
“Here, let me help you up,” my mother offers, trying<br />
her best to balance out the load of laundry she<br />
had in her hands in order to help me up.<br />
“Thank you… oh god, the pain!” I cry as I feel the<br />
hot rush of blood come pounding at my sides.<br />
“You’re not getting on that skateboard ever again<br />
until summertime comes. I don’t want you to break<br />
anything, you hear? You’re my daughter and I don’t<br />
want anything to happen to you.”<br />
My ideas are different, however. I don’t intend to<br />
stop until I have fully gained control over the skateboard<br />
and can walk proudly, saying that I too skateboard.<br />
It is my goal <strong>for</strong> the present moment. This is<br />
no longer about giving an old skateboard use. It’s<br />
about wanting to see how much I can resist as the<br />
stubborn, persistent, but most importantly, strongwilled<br />
young lady that I am. I want to resist the easy<br />
way in life and the laziness that can consume me<br />
when I’m in the lowest points of my life. I no longer<br />
am that girl who takes everything as it comes and<br />
does nothing <strong>for</strong> it until the last minute. I am now that<br />
young lady who prepares <strong>for</strong> what’s coming and does<br />
everything under her power to prevent any unpleasant<br />
situations that come her way. This is who I became<br />
after I learned the technique of skateboarding. Thanks<br />
to my good friend Arlene, who was my verbal skateboarding<br />
coach, I learned the satisfactory feeling you<br />
get when you are one of the few girls who know how<br />
to skateboard in a certain environment. I am not one<br />
of the preppy girls with nothing on their minds<br />
besides makeup and boys. I am now one of the few<br />
privileged girls who can grab a wooden plank and go<br />
out and have fun. I have made new friends from<br />
Yeshiva University who also skateboard. I hang out<br />
with them on most Fridays and sometimes Saturdays.<br />
The idea is <strong>for</strong> me to have good, clean fun while<br />
enjoying my youth to the fullest. I thank my parents<br />
<strong>for</strong> giving me support and lifting me up when I was<br />
down (literally). Most importantly, I won’t feel left out<br />
when Arlene talks about her experiences skateboarding<br />
because now I have some of my own. I also thank<br />
that great tomboy friend of mine (Arlene De la Cruz)<br />
who helped me along in her own crazy way. In conclusion,<br />
I would like to say that I hope you grasped<br />
the meaning behind my essay: that one should never<br />
go to sleep thinking one is a failure; even better, wake<br />
up every day believing you are a success. ■<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Tiffany Wilson, Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Jerrod Bishop<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Concrete Flower<br />
I’m different from the other flowers in<br />
the garden<br />
I’m the flower that nobody wants<br />
All of the other flowers grow from the<br />
rich soil<br />
But<br />
I’m a flower who grew from the concrete<br />
Even though my petals are tarnished<br />
and I lean to the side<br />
I’m proud because<br />
No other flower from the concrete has<br />
grown as tall as me<br />
Even though people don’t want a concrete<br />
flower I think<br />
I’m beautiful.<br />
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Martrina Morrison, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2005
Funmi Showole<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
A Lesson Be<strong>for</strong>e Dying<br />
Their eyes stare right through me,<br />
My face they do not see.<br />
For I am just a black man,<br />
With no pride or dignity.<br />
They say that I don’t matter,<br />
That my life’s not worth a cent.<br />
And no gods can save me,<br />
My time on earth is spent.<br />
I swear I didn’t do it,<br />
I swear it wasn’t me.<br />
I would lead them to the truth,<br />
But they refuse to see.<br />
So put these bars around me.<br />
Seat me in that chair.<br />
Do the worst that you can do,<br />
I simply do not care.<br />
You say my life is over?<br />
Oh no, it’s just begun.<br />
Yes, you took this battle,<br />
But the war I have won.<br />
You see, you tried to kill me,<br />
But now you realize,<br />
That a spirit lives <strong>for</strong>ever,<br />
A spirit never dies.<br />
And while I am in Heaven,<br />
Your eternity is Hell.<br />
For by killing me,<br />
You’ve created your own cell.<br />
They claim I am an animal,<br />
So they’ve locked me in this cage.<br />
They paint me as a monster,<br />
Who cannot control his rage.<br />
They have determined my future,<br />
They have set the date.<br />
It’s now my execution,<br />
That they eagerly await.<br />
They think that they can kill me,<br />
That my life they can take.<br />
They actually think that my heart,<br />
Is possible to break.<br />
Who do they think they are?<br />
Trying to play God?<br />
For my life can be over,<br />
With just one simple nod.<br />
Yes, they can take my body,<br />
But they can never take my soul.<br />
It refuses to be buried,<br />
Into a six-foot hole.<br />
Marguerite Einhorn, Brooklyn Technical High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
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Bomopregha Julius<br />
Science Skills Center High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
What Is The World Coming To?<br />
What is the world coming to?<br />
Is it coming to a complete stop that is inevitable<br />
Or is it just taking a break to make mankind realize<br />
our mistakes<br />
Slowly as we destroy it?<br />
It turns and turns giving us night and day, but what<br />
if one day the night and day never comes?<br />
The atmosphere of the earth is getting too clogged<br />
with human emotions<br />
Especially tensions that will get us nowhere.<br />
It is so easy to resolve the problem with one single<br />
weapon<br />
But is not as easy to just take a step back and<br />
realize what we are doing.<br />
They say we are the future<br />
But <strong>for</strong> some reason if there is no future, where<br />
does it leave us as the youth of tomorrow?<br />
So I ask you again<br />
What is the world coming to?<br />
Egomeli Hormeku<br />
Science Skills Center High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
How it Feels to Live and Care<br />
The first sixteen years of my "life," I stood<br />
And now I stand…<br />
In the same changes of the world that we<br />
thought we could,<br />
To find out we can't.<br />
With the same bad blueprints we use to erase<br />
the past,<br />
Followed by raves and rants,<br />
Will only damage the iron-lunged world more<br />
that we are at last,<br />
Until its last pant.<br />
Why does it seem that the people of old,<br />
So long gone<br />
Have more answers than the people of young,<br />
Still strong<br />
To learn from their mistakes as well as the<br />
others?<br />
Killing another with another melanin is still<br />
killing your brother.<br />
Killing <strong>for</strong> power will devour our morals<br />
It's so clear.<br />
When did it become politically correct to use<br />
threats by calling it justice to instill fear?<br />
Yeah, there are some questions<br />
But then again<br />
There are some answers and it's up to us to<br />
find.<br />
The only thing that's better than the button<br />
<strong>for</strong> rewind<br />
Is a blank tape with enough space to change<br />
our minds.<br />
The first sixteen years of my "life" I stood<br />
And now I stand…<br />
In the same changes of the world that we<br />
thought could,<br />
To find out we can …….in one second.<br />
Jacques Princival, Science Skills High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Shaneka Caesar<br />
Erasmus Hall High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
The<br />
The people,<br />
The terror,<br />
The man in the mirror,<br />
The crimes,<br />
The rules,<br />
The times,<br />
The schools,<br />
The youth,<br />
The deaths,<br />
The truth,<br />
The days, weeks, months and years,<br />
The racism,<br />
The tears,<br />
The long walks,<br />
The talks,<br />
The parents,<br />
The kids,<br />
The arguments,<br />
The runaways,<br />
And the strays,<br />
The long days,<br />
And the years,<br />
The sadness,<br />
The one who cares,<br />
The friend,<br />
The violence,<br />
The END.<br />
Surpreet Kesar, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
Sean Pickett<br />
Bayard Rustin High School <strong>for</strong> the Humanities<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Sometimes<br />
Sometimes I wonder why I was born<br />
How this earth will be when I am gone<br />
In life things don’t always go good<br />
When you’re living in a bad neighborhood.<br />
Where people are shooting, thieves are stealing,<br />
Poor mothers can hardly take care of their children.<br />
Sometimes I dream this will all stop,<br />
People won’t sell drugs and won’t run from the cops.<br />
We will not push and shove<br />
Forget to hate and begin to love,<br />
We’ll stop hanging out on the streets.<br />
And maybe the world will come to peace.<br />
Sometimes I wish we were all friends.<br />
We’d never lose and always win.<br />
We’d all have jobs, make lots of money,<br />
Laugh together when something is funny.<br />
I wish I could visit the moon,<br />
But sometimes, some things don’t always come true.<br />
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Michael Olushoga<br />
Adlai E. Stevenson High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
This Moment<br />
The dreams of life are seen in reality.<br />
Each second, I see hatred brewed in homes,<br />
where children raise hands against parents,<br />
Each minute, I see the desensitization by television,<br />
caused by repeated violence seen in society,<br />
Each hour, I see the rich robbing the poor,<br />
in ways unfathomable.<br />
Each day, I see the exploitation of others,<br />
by those who have lost their sense of compassion.<br />
Each week, I see the destruction of our planet,<br />
by greedy and selfish corporations.<br />
Each month, I see the judgment of character through skin color,<br />
yet, the world is shared by all.<br />
Each year, I see starving children around the world,<br />
yet, billions are spent on warheads creating nuclear death showers,<br />
Each moment: whether it be second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year,<br />
I see the dreams of life in reality.<br />
Nathaniel Ford<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Survival<br />
Everyday when I walk down the streets<br />
All I see is tragedy and violence<br />
Police sirens and cops<br />
No sudden single silence<br />
It’s a crazy world out here<br />
Trying to get to the narrow world of survival<br />
But it’s going to be tough,<br />
Like a game against an arch rival<br />
In order to survive<br />
We’re gonna have to do it together<br />
Because war is not a joke<br />
And its after-effect lasts <strong>for</strong>ever<br />
I truly believe that the world can resolve problems<br />
Without taking a life<br />
We can sit at a table and talk<br />
Without guns or knives<br />
War and fighting all the time<br />
It’s not really a resolution<br />
We should take time to ourselves<br />
Just think of a solution<br />
Many younger kids in the world<br />
Don’t understand what’s going on right now<br />
There are a lot of ways we can solve problems<br />
All you have to do is ask yourself how<br />
Many people today are scared<br />
Wishing the threat of war would slowly abort<br />
But it’s not likely<br />
So we need everybody’s support.<br />
Maybe this war will make our nation better<br />
But it’s going to be a rough future, so we need to<br />
stick together.<br />
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Tiffany wilson, Port richmond High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Orin Cameron<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Heroes<br />
America, the country <strong>for</strong> red, blue and<br />
white.<br />
Country of peace, liberty and freedom.<br />
Challenged those who reversed the world’s<br />
rotation.<br />
Those who alter the lives of many others.<br />
For years, new souls come into this world<br />
Thinking that invincibility was a trait of<br />
this bond,<br />
Not knowing that this country is as<br />
defenseless as the scum of the sickest<br />
of countries<br />
Opens as a leader, strong and tall<br />
Start to crumble as panic starts to rise.<br />
Two symbols have been abolished from<br />
pure existence<br />
Never to be seen nor duplicated.<br />
Such gruesome creatures would do us so<br />
After all we have done, we have been<br />
stabbed in woeful hearts.<br />
Men rushed to keep spirits alive, not<br />
knowing if they would survive.<br />
Many people tip their hats to their fearless<br />
ef<strong>for</strong>ts in such harsh times<br />
Local people become heroes of the world.<br />
A world struggling to keep peace, liberty,<br />
and freedom.<br />
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Tiffany Wilson, Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2003
Kimberly St.Louis<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Sept 11<br />
It was a day that we’d all remember<br />
It was the eleventh day of September<br />
On that day there was a threat to the U.S.<br />
and we wonder what could have started this mess?<br />
Power is what it’s all about<br />
Power is what they want without a doubt<br />
But how many lives do we have to lose?<br />
What if you had to choose?<br />
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4?<br />
Your father, your brother, the one you adore?<br />
These events only lead to pain and hate that are<br />
escalating at a high rate<br />
Going to war won’t make it right<br />
These problems can be resolved without a fight<br />
War will only lead to more misery<br />
Deceased heroes will become a part of history<br />
The truth is that man is his own worst enemy<br />
How could he ever be a friend to me?<br />
If war continues 9/11 will just be the beginning<br />
It’s not all about losing or winning<br />
What’s more important, losing power or lives?<br />
Many of these men leave behind wives.<br />
Martin Luther King preached “free at last, free at last”<br />
That is now a thing of the past.<br />
But when will we be free from war?<br />
When will there be war no more?<br />
Our heroes never <strong>for</strong>gotten.<br />
Tiffany Wilson, Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Tiffany Richards<br />
Lafayette High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
An American<br />
The land of the free it is called<br />
Back then that wasn’t true at all<br />
Treated with oppression, disrespect and bigotry<br />
Because of some brave African Americans<br />
We can all live in peace and be happy<br />
People being free to do what we want<br />
The people of America we are strong<br />
We are proud to be true Americans<br />
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Warda Zaman<br />
Adlai E. Stevenson High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
Will I be heard?<br />
I sit here helpless, quiet and breathless<br />
I sit and ponder that which makes me wonder and fills me with anger<br />
I sit and ask myself what is the purpose, what are the consequences?<br />
Is going to war the only solution we have?<br />
Where did all the Nobel Peace Prize winners go and the negotiators<br />
disappear to and the scholars hide?<br />
Where did all the concepts run away in this season of Non-Violence?<br />
Do we think of Gandhi, Dr. King and Mother Teresa's lives only when<br />
we are asked to?<br />
Do we learn about their beliefs to keep them in memory <strong>for</strong> a few<br />
hours of our lives or do we recall their deeds and appreciate them<br />
without learning anything?<br />
What is the point of learning history when the mistakes are repeated<br />
over and over again?<br />
What thrill does the future hold now as the world is plunged into<br />
discontentment over unjustifiable matters?<br />
What is the explanation <strong>for</strong> this beside the greediness of mankind and<br />
the display of powerless power, the possession of strength by a<br />
black sheep?<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
As millions of voices around the world shout out a protest cry<br />
As the voices wish to decide through democracy, their opinions are<br />
shunned...they are ignored.<br />
The so-called freedom of speech is completely abolished and it walks<br />
like a lame man, sees like a blind man and speaks like a mute.<br />
The tyrant has come to power; a dictator is on the rise here in the<br />
guise of a savior<br />
O God! Help us find the ways that will keep us far from going astray.<br />
O God! Give people around me righteousness, give them<br />
consciousness of the surrounding that they have ignored all this<br />
time, and give them reasoning.<br />
After all, these are what separate us from being savage animals, wild<br />
beasts that tear each other apart<br />
After all, we are human beings, we are chosen by Him as superior of<br />
all beings. We have the power to begin a conflict and end it, too.<br />
This is going through everyone's mind at present; this is leading them<br />
to speak up.<br />
Will this all be heard?<br />
This is what I wonder, as I sit here and ponder.<br />
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He, however, was opposite<br />
Always responding negatively.<br />
During graduation, he signed my yearbook<br />
With an extremely powerful note<br />
The pain and anguish from within his soul<br />
Was displayed on his face as he wrote.<br />
“Dear Mr. <strong>Pre</strong>sident<br />
I hope you enjoy your life.<br />
I pray you’ll never be <strong>for</strong>ced to endure<br />
Unbearable pain or strife.<br />
Your life is already better off<br />
Than most average people you find<br />
You’ll actually be astonished to discover<br />
How far they’re really behind.<br />
Jonathan Pride<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
class of 2003<br />
The Opposite End of the Spectrum<br />
I was always the athletic one<br />
Receiver of unlimited fame<br />
While he was always the loner<br />
Silenced by his unspeakable shame.<br />
I was offered special opportunities<br />
He was simply ignored<br />
Forgotten in the darkest of times<br />
Hope, never restored.<br />
I excelled academically through high school<br />
While being elected president of my grade<br />
A prominent figure in the history of the school<br />
My memory, never to fade.<br />
He, on the other hand, was different,<br />
Sat in the rear of the class<br />
Never really popular<br />
Always <strong>for</strong>gotten and picked last.<br />
I tried to have an optimistic outlook<br />
On the troubles life dished me<br />
If you encounter someone less <strong>for</strong>tunate<br />
Or maybe someone from your past<br />
Don’t make a mockery of their situation<br />
Or think to yourself and laugh.<br />
You have no idea of life’s difficulties<br />
Only good things you choose to see<br />
Can you even try to imagine<br />
Living your life like me?<br />
Forgotten, <strong>for</strong>saken, ignored<br />
Always pushed to the side<br />
Told that I was worthless<br />
Too ashamed to even cry.<br />
So when you rejoice in your glories<br />
Think about those who fight <strong>for</strong> a crumb<br />
And try to view the entire world<br />
From the opposite end of the spectrum.”<br />
He shook my hand and rose to his feet<br />
Handing me my closed yearbook<br />
And walked away with tears in his eyes<br />
Displaying a helpless look.<br />
To express the thoughts that ran through my<br />
head<br />
No words could ever define<br />
Although he killed himself later that night,<br />
His message was permanently etched in my mind.<br />
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Yolanda Hernandez, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2007
Milredy Joseph<br />
Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
A Lonely Child<br />
Who was that child that sat alone,<br />
Who had no friendship that began,<br />
Who wondered why,<br />
Who couldn’t lie?<br />
Who was that child,<br />
Who was quiet and mild,<br />
Who tried to fit in,<br />
Who they wouldn’t let in?<br />
Who was that child,<br />
Who wished he was fun and wild,<br />
Who wanted to be with the in crew,<br />
But who nobody knew?<br />
Who was that child?<br />
Do you know?<br />
I know I do,<br />
That child was…<br />
If you ever find him,<br />
Please talk to him<br />
Be a friend<br />
And give him a hand.<br />
Michael Nicholson<br />
Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
I Wish You Were Still Here<br />
Two weeks every summer,<br />
I looked toward it all year,<br />
I miss you so much,<br />
I wish you were still here.<br />
Benjamin Mendez<br />
Lafayette High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
Goodbye<br />
With sadness in my eyes<br />
And tears close to coming<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With hatred in my heart<br />
And fear in my hands<br />
With love dying slowly<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With unwanted loads<br />
Of guilt and tragedy<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With me changing<br />
From good to bad<br />
From loving to hating<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With all sympathy<br />
And remorse gone<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With no feeling<br />
But the feeling of hate<br />
And ill-will<br />
I say goodbye<br />
With every dying moment<br />
I wait and<br />
I say goodbye.<br />
I didn’t come last summer,<br />
Now I wish that I were there,<br />
So I could have a little fun with you,<br />
I wish you were still here.<br />
Everyone really misses you,<br />
it’s hard without you here,<br />
But you are in a better place,<br />
But I wish you were still here.<br />
When I left last time you told me be strong and don’t ever cry,<br />
But when I heard what happened I couldn’t hold it back,<br />
You would understand if you were there,<br />
It hurts so much; I wish you were still here.<br />
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Jennifer Maria<br />
Bayard Rustin High School <strong>for</strong> the Humanities<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Loneliness Sinks In<br />
Loneliness sinks in.<br />
Thoughts of them start to begin,<br />
If only I could turn back time<br />
Then maybe it would spare this heart of mine.<br />
I wish I could have them back.<br />
Then maybe it would heal every crack.<br />
I sit and try not to cry.<br />
But trying is useless so I cry.<br />
Losing two people I care <strong>for</strong> so much.<br />
Losing them without a touch.<br />
If only I could tell them how I feel<br />
Then they’d understand that my feelings are real.<br />
I wish I could have them here<br />
To help get through my biggest fear:<br />
Being alone with no one to hold,<br />
Being alone facing the cold.<br />
But now I lost them <strong>for</strong>ever<br />
But I won’t stop remembering them, not ever.<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Tavia Jackson<br />
Erasmus Hall High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Single Mother<br />
They were together <strong>for</strong> a year<br />
She bore him a child and 9 months later he arrives<br />
He left her to raise him all alone<br />
She was unsure of what she was going to do<br />
She looked at her options and made some choices<br />
She chose to do this on her own<br />
Knew she would be wrong to ask her mother <strong>for</strong> help<br />
23 years old and already a single mother<br />
The workload she had to do<br />
Work and take care of a child<br />
She did everything that her mother had taught her; feed, clothe, and love the baby<br />
One year later she tells her mother of the struggle that she made as a single mother<br />
Mama said baby you done good and I will too<br />
By helping you out with my grandson Drew<br />
He is already one and she is managing, but she hurts because she feels the other’s pain.<br />
Now he is five and wild just like any other child<br />
But he’s been taught right from wrong<br />
And knows how she feels as a single mom<br />
He is getting older doing well in school<br />
Avoids the bad crowd and has been crowned<br />
Single mom’s first child graduates with honors<br />
His dad never came to see him and now wants to<br />
She told him no and said that she is a single mother,<br />
he only has one parent<br />
Her son says let me see him ma<br />
Because I have something to say<br />
“Do you even know what it is like being raised by one parent?<br />
You never cared about me but she did and she raised me<br />
on her own<br />
She is not just a single mother but she represents all mothers<br />
who have taken care of their children without a father<br />
And when she’s older, I will do the same.”<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005
Jenelle Angelique Nadine Lee<br />
Brooklyn Technical High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Untitled<br />
“Strumming my pain with his fingers,<br />
Singin’ my life with his words,<br />
Killing me softly with his song,<br />
Killing me softly,<br />
With his song<br />
Telling my whole life<br />
With his words,<br />
Killing me softly.” ✻<br />
“Oh Lauryn, you sure know how I’m feeling” said<br />
Jacquelyn to herself. She was sitting in her room, eating<br />
ice cream, and drowning her sorrows in some<br />
music. Her door was closed, the blinds were drawn,<br />
and the lights were down low. To Jacquelyn, this was<br />
the worst day of her life. As she thought back on how<br />
it all began, tears began to <strong>for</strong>m in her eyes…<br />
*******************************<br />
It was the first day of school, and excitement was in<br />
the air. Everyone was talking, and smiles were on<br />
every face. The students at Metropolitan High School<br />
were all dressed in their best “school” outfits, fresh<br />
from their summer vacation. As the students migrated<br />
to their prefects, the guys checked out the girls, and<br />
the girls admired the boys. In prefect SC3T, Jacquelyn<br />
was excitedly talking with her two friends Simone and<br />
Jessica. The teacher, Ms. Alchiada, was desperately trying<br />
to capture the attention of the students. As the<br />
chatter slowly died down, the classroom door opened,<br />
and in stepped Jason McDowell. He was caramelskinned,<br />
with beautiful brown eyes, and had a smile<br />
to die <strong>for</strong>. His outfit was perfectly coordinated, all the<br />
way down to his sneakers. The attention that was previously<br />
focused on the teacher was now focused on<br />
him. All eyes were on him, especially those of the<br />
female students. As Jason found a seat in the classroom,<br />
Jacquelyn whispered to her friends, “Damn, I<br />
would love to meet him.”<br />
(3 Months Later)<br />
The school gymnasium was decorated with paper<br />
snowflakes, and fake snow was everywhere. The music<br />
was blaring, and the room was packed. The air was<br />
stuffy, and was filled with the aroma of perfume,<br />
sweat, and excitement. As Jacquelyn entered the gymnasium,<br />
she quickly scanned the crowd <strong>for</strong> Simone<br />
and Jessica. As her eyes grazed the crowd, she sighted<br />
Jason McDowell. He was standing with a group of<br />
his friends, and was looking as cute as ever. Their<br />
eyes met, and it seemed as if time stopped. He<br />
winked at her, and then broke their connection by<br />
looking away. As Jacquelyn regained her composure,<br />
she saw her two friends across the room. As she<br />
walked towards them, their eyes were frantically questioning<br />
her, asking, “What was that about?” When she<br />
reached her friends, they bombarded her with questions<br />
like, “Was that Jason talking to you?” “What did<br />
he want with you?”, and “You talk to him now?” To<br />
which she answered with a simple, “He winked at<br />
me.” She told them how their eyes happened to meet,<br />
and as they relished the news, Jacquelyn turned<br />
around to see where the object of her attention was<br />
standing. He was in the same spot, only this time he<br />
was facing her, and was staring deep into her eyes.<br />
Jacquelyn’s breath caught in her throat, and her heart<br />
began doing a techno beat in her chest as he started<br />
to walk towards her. He stopped shortly in front of her<br />
and said, “Can I talk to you <strong>for</strong> a minute?” She turned<br />
to face her friends, and wanted to scream, but instead<br />
gave a smile, and answered Jason with a cool, “sure.”<br />
As they exited the gymnasium, Jacquelyn caught a<br />
glimpse of Jason’s friends, who were all smiles. The<br />
two talked <strong>for</strong> a while, and later returned to the<br />
dance. However, instead of returning to their separate<br />
groups of friends, Jason led her to the center of the<br />
crowd on the dance floor. He placed his hands on her<br />
hips, and they began to move. At first it was awkward,<br />
and Jacquelyn was obviously nervous, but after the<br />
first song, they were moving as one.<br />
Jacquelyn and Jason danced together <strong>for</strong> the rest of<br />
the night, and exchanged phone numbers afterwards.<br />
When Jacquelyn arrived home later that evening, she<br />
was grinning from ear to ear, and was humming the<br />
Fugees remake of “Killing Me Softly.” It was the song<br />
that was playing when she was dancing with Jason, and<br />
was a song that she would never <strong>for</strong>get. That night,<br />
Jacquelyn slept peacefully, and with a smile on her face.<br />
Over the next few months, Jacquelyn and Jason spent<br />
more time with each other. After school, they hung out<br />
together, and traveled home with each other. Although<br />
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their relationship wasn’t official, the two of them were<br />
known as a couple. However, as is common in many<br />
high schools, there was a group of girls who loved to<br />
hate. At Metropolitan High, this specific group included<br />
three girls by the names of Trisha, Shauna, and<br />
Alexandra. They were pretty, and always wore the most<br />
expensive outfits. If there was any new style, they had<br />
it weeks be<strong>for</strong>e it came out in the stores. They always<br />
got all the guys but were never satisfied. This was especially<br />
true of the ringleader Trisha, who had her eyes on<br />
Jason. Ever since the winter dance, Trisha did not like<br />
Jacquelyn. She always gave her the evilest of looks, and<br />
said anything and everything untrue about her. Although<br />
Jacquelyn was the passive type, and never let Trisha<br />
bother her, she was always aware of her and her crew.<br />
One day, after leaving Jason, Jacquelyn went over to<br />
join her friends. When she was near them Simone said,<br />
“Ooh Jackie, Trisha is grillin’ you.” She turned around<br />
to find Trisha giving her one of her evil looks. Trisha<br />
then shouted, “What?” To which Jacquelyn responded<br />
by saying, “I just wanted to know why you’re all up in<br />
my face.” Simone and Jessica laughed in the background,<br />
and couldn’t help but say, “Yeah, back up<br />
Trisha, let her breathe!” Jacquelyn then said, “I don’t<br />
see a sign inviting Ms. Trisha into our conversation.”<br />
“Excuse me?” asked Trisha, stepping <strong>for</strong>ward.<br />
“You heard me,” replied Jacquelyn, also stepping<br />
<strong>for</strong>ward.<br />
“I think you better watch your mouth. I don’t know<br />
who you think you are since you’re always hanging<br />
around Jason.”<br />
“Sweetie, don’t be jealous because you mean nothing<br />
to him.”<br />
“Like you do? You don’t even know that he’s playing<br />
you right in your face,” to which Alexandra said, “I<br />
know that’s right.”<br />
“Whatever, y’all are full of it.”<br />
“Oh really? Why don’t you go ask Jason, Jackie,”<br />
said Trisha.<br />
“Why don’t you shut your mouth, and stop talking<br />
trash,” answered Jessica.<br />
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll just let Jackie find out on her own.”<br />
“Whatever.”<br />
“Yeah, whatever.”<br />
With that, both groups turned and walked away,<br />
Trisha with a smirk on her face, and Jacquelyn with a<br />
scowl on hers. On her way home, Jacquelyn couldn’t<br />
help but think about Trisha’s words.<br />
“You don’t think she’s right do you?” she asked her<br />
friends.<br />
“You know Trisha’s just jealous.”<br />
“Yeah, she’s hatin’,” said Simone.<br />
“I know, but Alexandra does go out with Jason’s<br />
friend…”<br />
“Who, Andre?” asked Simone.<br />
“Well, why don’t you find out then?” asked Jessica.<br />
“Yeah, go ask Jason what’s up,” agreed Simone.<br />
That night, Jacquelyn couldn’t concentrate on her<br />
homework, and finally decided to call Jason. She let<br />
the conversation warm up be<strong>for</strong>e asking him about<br />
what had been on her mind all day.<br />
“Jason?”<br />
“Yeah?”<br />
“I heard something about you that I wanted to<br />
know about.”<br />
“What’s that?”<br />
“Well, I heard that you were playing me.”<br />
There was slight pause.<br />
“Playing you? Who said that?”<br />
“Does it really matter? Is it true or not?”<br />
“Umm, listen Jackie, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”<br />
“But Jason…”<br />
Be<strong>for</strong>e Jacquelyn could even finish her sentence,<br />
Jason hung up. However, instead of getting mad, she<br />
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School Class of 2003<br />
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was struck by a feeling of dread. She immediately<br />
called Simone and said, “Something is going on…”<br />
***************************<br />
About a week had passed since Jacquelyn confronted<br />
Jason, and she still hadn’t received an answer. She<br />
tried to ignore it, and tried to keep it out of her<br />
thoughts. It almost worked…<br />
One day after school, Jacquelyn was waiting <strong>for</strong><br />
Simone and Jessica at the front entrance. Simone had<br />
just joined her, and the two were waiting <strong>for</strong> Jessica<br />
when they spotted her rushing towards them.<br />
“Jacquelyn, I have to tell you something now.”<br />
“What is it?”<br />
“It’s about Jason, and I don’t think you’re gonna like<br />
it very much.”<br />
“You better tell me right now…”<br />
“Well, I was just talking to Jason and his cute friend<br />
Trey…”<br />
“And?”<br />
“And we were just having a normal conversation<br />
when Andre came up to Trey and said, “Son, lemme find<br />
out you’re messing with this girl, just like “J” is messing<br />
with Jackie.” Then he turns to Jason and says, “I<br />
didn’t think you’d last this long with Jackie, man. I figured<br />
this bet would only go on <strong>for</strong> about a week or so.<br />
You’re sucking my money dry!” I mean, he completely<br />
<strong>for</strong>got that I was standing right there”, said Jessica.<br />
“A bet?” Asked Jacquelyn.<br />
“That’s what it seems like”, said her friend.<br />
“What did Jason say?”<br />
“He told Trey to shut up, then told me he’d talk to<br />
me later.”<br />
“So that night at the dance…he did it all as a bet?”<br />
asked Jacquelyn, obviously hurt.<br />
“That bastard,” said Simone. “Who does he think<br />
he is?”<br />
“Jackie, you better go handle this right now.”<br />
“I know, I know. I’m going.”<br />
The trio headed towards where Jessica had seen<br />
Jason and his friends. He saw them coming and tried<br />
to prepare <strong>for</strong> what was imminent.<br />
“Jason, I gotta talk to you,” said Jacquelyn.<br />
“Yeah, I figured you would.”<br />
“Go handle your business man,” said Trey.<br />
Jacquelyn turned and glared at him, and he immediately<br />
backed off. The two moved away from the<br />
group and Jacquelyn asked,<br />
“Have you been going out with me, pretending to<br />
like me because of a bet?”<br />
“At first, yeah.”<br />
“AT FIRST???”<br />
“At the dance…”<br />
“Forget it. It’s OVER.”<br />
“But you didn’t even listen to me.”<br />
“Why should I? You lied to me.”<br />
“Jackie, c’mon.”<br />
“NO, it’s over. Have fun with your damn money.”<br />
She then walked away with Simone and Jessica<br />
behind her. They asked her if she was all right, and<br />
she nodded quickly. However, as soon as they were<br />
out of Jason’s sight, Jacquelyn burst into tears. Her<br />
shoulders heaved, and her sobs were loud and hard.<br />
She was deeply hurt, and her friends couldn’t even<br />
think of what to say that would com<strong>for</strong>t her. They<br />
walked her home, and promised to call her later that<br />
night. Once inside her house, Jacquelyn exhaled a long<br />
sigh, and treated herself to some ice cream.<br />
*************************<br />
“Strumming my pain with his fingers,<br />
Singin’ my life with his words,<br />
Killing me softly with his song,<br />
Killing me softly,<br />
With his song<br />
Telling my whole life<br />
With his words,<br />
Killing me softly.”<br />
“Oh Lauryn, you sure know how I’m feeling” said<br />
Jacquelyn to herself. She was sitting in her room, eating<br />
ice cream, and drowning her sorrows in some music. Her<br />
door was closed, the blinds were drawn, and the lights<br />
were down low. To Jacquelyn, this was the worst day of<br />
her life. She closed her eyes, and tried to erase the day’s<br />
happenings. As she thought back on how it all began,<br />
tears began to <strong>for</strong>m, and slowly fell from her eyes. Her<br />
head began to pound, and she tried to fall asleep.<br />
Suddenly, the phone rang. Slowly, Jacquelyn rolled over<br />
and answered the phone with a weak “hello.”<br />
“Hi Jackie.”<br />
Her heart almost stopped.<br />
“Jackie, this is Jason.”<br />
Acting on an impulse, Jacquelyn hung up the<br />
phone. She rolled back over, asking herself, “Why is<br />
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that fool calling me?” Although she was angry, she<br />
was half hoping that he would call back. The phone<br />
then rang again. With trembling hands, she picked up<br />
and listened.<br />
“Jackie, I deserved that but I really think you should<br />
hear me out.”<br />
“I’m listening,” she answered.<br />
“At the dance, I saw you come in and I purposely<br />
made eye contact with you. I thought you were cute,<br />
and wanted to let you know that. Then Trey said, “I<br />
bet you wouldn’t go up and dance with her.” So since<br />
I already wanted to dance with you I had no problems<br />
taking him up on that. I really had fun dancing with<br />
you, but he wouldn’t believe me. When we started<br />
hanging out together, he was convinced that I was still<br />
doing it because he dared me to. There really was no<br />
bet, and I really do like you. Please <strong>for</strong>give me…I really<br />
care about you.”<br />
Jacquelyn was touched beyond control. But she still<br />
wasn’t sure if she should believe Jason. Sensing this,<br />
he said,<br />
“If it helps, I had this big argument with Trey over you.<br />
Trey is a good friend, but I really do care about you.”<br />
Unable to withstand it any longer, Jacquelyn said, “I<br />
believe you, and I care about you too. It made me so<br />
mad when I found out about it, especially since I<br />
found out from Trisha.”<br />
“I know, and I’m so sorry.”<br />
“It’s okay, but you better not try anything like that<br />
again.”<br />
“I promise I won’t.”<br />
“Good” , she said smiling.<br />
“Jackie?”<br />
“Yeah?”<br />
“Look out your window.”<br />
She did, and there was Jason McDowell, caramelskinned,<br />
with beautiful brown eyes, and the smile to<br />
die <strong>for</strong>. As she opened her window she thought,<br />
“Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.” ■<br />
✻ KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG, Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel, Rodali Music (BMI),<br />
(Administered by Sony/ATV Songs LLC) Fox-Gimbel Productions, Inc. (BMI)<br />
Copyright 1973 Rodali Music and Fox-Gimbel Productions, Inc. All rights on behalf of Rodali<br />
Music administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203.<br />
All rights reserved. Used by permission.<br />
Supreet Kesar, Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> Secondary School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Aleksandra Nesterova<br />
Lafayette High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
Don’t know what you have until it’s gone<br />
Suddenly you love me. Suddenly you care.<br />
Suddenly you miss me and how it used to be.<br />
Now there’s a new guy standing here with me.<br />
Now you feel how I had felt when you had turned away.<br />
Now you feel the pain that I had lived with day by day.<br />
You need to get over it. Need to <strong>for</strong>get.<br />
You need to believe it I’m only a friend.<br />
You had your chance. You threw it away.<br />
Now you’re the one alone at the end of the day.<br />
You’re regretting every moment.<br />
All the mean things that you said,<br />
And regret what you have done.<br />
You should have known<br />
You never know what you have until it’s gone.<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Kevon Marshall<br />
Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
How I Became an Angel<br />
Not long ago, I was a regular fifteen-year old child helping<br />
my mother tend the garden. I remember laughing and<br />
joking with my friends while we walked and talked<br />
together, however all of those things and more were<br />
stripped from me when I gave my essence to the heavens<br />
and became a being <strong>for</strong> love and prosperity.<br />
It happened on a cold winter day on the 15th of<br />
December. I was sick all that week from the flu and<br />
stayed in bed most of the time. My mother and father<br />
were beginning to worry <strong>for</strong> my health due to the fact<br />
that I was exhibiting strange symptoms, or so the doctors<br />
said. I was also afraid of dying. It’s actually the<br />
only thing that I am afraid of. I often lay awake at<br />
night wondering what would come after death and<br />
how I would take it.<br />
“Marie,” my father called from down the hall of our<br />
old house. “Do you want me to bring your dinner or<br />
would you like to come downstairs and eat with your<br />
Aunt Victoria and us?”<br />
“I’ll come down in a minute father,” I replied.<br />
I managed to get off the bed and down the stairs<br />
safely. When I saw everyone sitting together at the table<br />
laughing and drinking, I began to feel unwanted.<br />
“I’m sorry I did not come say hello my dear,” aunt<br />
Victoria began.<br />
“It’s fine Auntie,” I said, cutting off her sentence.<br />
We sat and ate <strong>for</strong> hours. My aunt, who had come<br />
to visit <strong>for</strong> the night had regaled us with stories upon<br />
stories of her travels through India and many artifacts<br />
she discovered on her trips.<br />
“That reminds me,” my aunt said, after her last<br />
story. “I brought you something Marie.”<br />
“Whoa,” I said in complete awe as my aunt handed<br />
me the most beautiful bracelet I had ever set my<br />
eyes upon.<br />
“I bought it off an old man at a marketplace in New<br />
Delhi.”<br />
“It is beautiful, Auntie.”<br />
“That must have cost you a <strong>for</strong>tune, Victoria,” my<br />
mother chimed in.<br />
“Oh, you’d be surprised, Annie, it was quite af<strong>for</strong>dable.”<br />
Mariangely Segarra, Stevenson High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
After my aunt left late that night, I was still speechless<br />
from the glimmering silver bracelet. It was stunning,<br />
and almost took my mind off my illness.<br />
That night, I had a dream that both frightened and<br />
confused me. I dreamt of an entity that appeared in<br />
the <strong>for</strong>m of an extremely beautiful young woman.<br />
“We need you,” she whispered to me. “We need<br />
you, come, come to us.”<br />
I awoke the next morning with my hand seemingly<br />
stuck to my bracelet. Still feeling confused about my<br />
dream, I stayed in bed staring at the bracelet that I<br />
believed gave me that strange dream, however, the<br />
effects of the mysterious flu were back in full effect.<br />
I was too tired to do much so I only tried to draw<br />
what I saw while looking out the window. Suddenly, I<br />
noticed the picture of the bird I was sketching began<br />
to trans<strong>for</strong>m into the face of the same woman I saw<br />
in my dreams.<br />
“You must come,” she began to say, “we need you<br />
now.”<br />
I screamed out at the top of my lungs and my parents<br />
ran into the room at the speed of light.<br />
“What’s wrong Marie?” my parents said together.<br />
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I turned back to the paper and noticed that the<br />
image had returned to its original <strong>for</strong>m.<br />
All that day I tried to explain what had happened to<br />
my parents, who had not believed nor understood a<br />
word I said.<br />
Now this may seem hard to believe, however, right<br />
in the middle of my fourth explanation, I began to feel<br />
a sudden jerk in my spine and saw an entire world of<br />
swirling lights as I felt my feet leave the ground. Soon,<br />
I found myself in a room so bright that it almost gave<br />
me a hot flash.<br />
“My name is Cesilima,” the woman said as she<br />
slowly came into focus.<br />
“What do you want from me?” I asked.<br />
“You are the divine one. We have waited <strong>for</strong> you to<br />
return to us <strong>for</strong> a millennium. I know you are feeling<br />
confused at the moment, however that will pass in<br />
time. I will explain beginning with your past life. Long<br />
ago you were an archangel whose power was feared<br />
by demons throughout the universe. You were known<br />
as Maria, the Angel of Silence. Un<strong>for</strong>tunately, you<br />
were locked away in this human <strong>for</strong> several lifetimes<br />
by a demon whose evil flared after you were<br />
restrained. My disciples and I, however, discovered<br />
the body you currently reside in and were <strong>for</strong>ced to<br />
intervene by planting that bracelet right in your lap,<br />
<strong>for</strong> it is the one relic from your past that can fully<br />
return your memory to you.”<br />
I stood there <strong>for</strong> minutes closely listening to the<br />
frightening news. I was left in utter disbelief, possibly<br />
even denial.<br />
“This can’t be true… my parents… my family…”<br />
“They were all implanted into your memory. You are<br />
a divine entity.”<br />
“No, I don’t believe it!”<br />
“Possibly, if I activate the counter magic of your<br />
bracelet your mind will be able to process such overwhelming<br />
in<strong>for</strong>mation.”<br />
The woman came towards my crying slump of a<br />
body and began to chant in a <strong>for</strong>eign language never<br />
heard be<strong>for</strong>e. My mind began to warp and soon I was<br />
no longer Marie, I was Maria.<br />
That’s more or less how things went, how I became<br />
an almighty archangel, fighting against the underworld.<br />
No family, no friends, just power and the never<br />
ending battle between heaven and hell. ■<br />
Harmanmeet Singh, Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
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Rodley Moise, Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
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Alexia Mascall<br />
Science Skills High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Obesity-Linked Fast Food<br />
Two words bring about<br />
Excess cholesterol and high prices.<br />
Two words bring about<br />
Food high in calories and spices.<br />
It is FAST FOOD.<br />
We eat so much,<br />
And continue to consume.<br />
Unaware that the more we eat,<br />
The more we bring on our doom.<br />
The salt, the fat, the grease.<br />
How tasty it is, and do we cease?<br />
No.<br />
We eat a Big Mac,<br />
And catch a heart attack.<br />
We eat Dollar Fries,<br />
And do not exercise.<br />
We eat Pork Fried Rice,<br />
Until our bodies lyse.<br />
We go out to places like<br />
Mickey D’s and Wendy’s.<br />
Instead of going to Fine Fare and A&P,<br />
You buy 12 burgers from White Castle<br />
And eat it in 10 minutes without any hassle.<br />
We’ll eat fast food until we cannot breathe,<br />
Not knowing that Obesity is considered a disease.<br />
So be<strong>for</strong>e you pick up a burger,<br />
Or even a French fry.<br />
Take a look around, and you’ll see the things you should realize.<br />
Fast food is unhealthy,<br />
And can harm you down the road.<br />
So take the road less traveled,<br />
And that could ease your load.<br />
Fast food can make you fat,<br />
And it sure can make you sick.<br />
So be<strong>for</strong>e you take the last bite,<br />
Remember, stop and think, then drop that greasy food quick!<br />
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Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Amy Lau, Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006
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Natalia Fredericks<br />
Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Intuitional<br />
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Sounded off that annoying alarm<br />
clock. I hit the snooze button with irritation, got out<br />
of bed and prepared myself <strong>for</strong> the day. I was over at<br />
my Uncle and Aunt Sermon’s <strong>for</strong> a while. I’ve never<br />
seen them prior to now; I only conversed with them<br />
on the phone.<br />
“Good morning.” My 17 and a half year-old cousin,<br />
Keisha, greeted me in her usual I-wish-I-really-weren’there-right-now<br />
voice. I was visiting my relatives <strong>for</strong> the<br />
spring break because my parents were off on a private<br />
cruise. At first they wanted me to join them. I was really<br />
exhilarated by this, but something in my mind<br />
stopped me. It was like one of those intuitions that<br />
tell you that you have to do something that was more<br />
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important than what you really wanted to do. So I told<br />
my parents that I would rather stay over at my aunt’s<br />
and uncle’s, because I had a fear of riding in cruise<br />
boats. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone, but up<br />
to now I was still wondering what was on my mind<br />
and why it didn’t want me to leave my relatives. I left<br />
my room and went down the stairs to the kitchen to<br />
meet my cousin.<br />
Despite the fact that her favorite relative was visiting<br />
her, she still seemed tired, haggard, and distressed. I<br />
tried to ask her what was going on, except <strong>for</strong> the baby<br />
boy that was developing in her stomach and she would<br />
always reluctantly answer me, “Nothing.” This usually<br />
enraged me, but today I was going to make a change.<br />
Today, I was going to go through my well-planned out<br />
schedule, one that included no questions asked to my<br />
dear cousin. I wasn’t going to stress myself out during<br />
this vacation.<br />
My little cousin, Alicia, had just woken up and charged<br />
down the stairs with a huge Cheshire cattish grin on her<br />
face. Seeing her always enlightened<br />
my cousin’s appearance. I<br />
didn’t know what was wrong<br />
with me though. “Breakfast is<br />
served!” little Alicia sung as she<br />
jumped onto my older cousin.<br />
They exchanged hugs and kisses;<br />
I just wanted to see my<br />
food in front of me so I could<br />
get on with my vacation. After<br />
breakfast, Alicia and I washed<br />
our dishes and were set to go<br />
upstairs, but Keisha just stayed<br />
in the kitchen with her sullied<br />
plate in front of her. Reading a<br />
red and black book titled,<br />
“PUSH”. She seemed to have<br />
been studying that book as if it<br />
were <strong>for</strong> a Regents test or SAT<br />
exam. She spent most of her<br />
time reading that novel; in fact,<br />
this was the sixth time she has<br />
been reading it. One of these<br />
days, I’m going to slip away<br />
with that book and read it to<br />
see what was inside that made<br />
it so special.<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005
Alicia and I stayed in the room watching<br />
television, reading stories, and playing PS2<br />
until 5:00. Little Alicia had been looking<br />
quite dismayed after 4:30. “My daddy will be<br />
coming home from work soon,” she said.<br />
Uncle Sermon was an amiable and gentle<br />
man, well, he sounded like one when he<br />
spoke to me on the phone. We got along<br />
very well, and I had no trouble with him. If<br />
he was a good man, why was Alicia looking<br />
so scared? Why did Keisha leave the house<br />
without telling us “good-bye”. Was this the<br />
reason of my intuitions, and was I about to<br />
figure out something that will eat at me <strong>for</strong><br />
the rest of my life?<br />
The front door drew open, and Uncle<br />
Sermon entered with a grin. He handed me a<br />
small shopping list and asked me if I could<br />
do him the favor by running to the store to<br />
pick up a few groceries. I did the favor, but<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e I left I saw Alicia frowning at me from<br />
the stairs. I was having trouble finding that<br />
one item on the list while I was shopping. It<br />
seemed as if that item didn’t exist in the<br />
world. Then a thought occurred in my head;<br />
perhaps Uncle Sermon was keeping me out of<br />
the house so I wouldn’t know what was happening.<br />
That was why Alicia was so distressed,<br />
that’s why Keisha left so early. I<br />
dropped the groceries, ran through the automatic<br />
doors, raced down the street, pushed<br />
down a couple of irate pedestrians, and ran<br />
up to my relatives home. I peered through the window;<br />
no one was there, at least not in the living room.<br />
They must’ve been upstairs. I didn’t have the key to<br />
the front door, but I did have a lock-pick. I fished a<br />
bobbie-pin out of my hair and opened the door to<br />
pandemonium.<br />
Entering the house seemed like entering a nightmare.<br />
Clothes and other paraphernalia were strewn all over<br />
the floor. I heard a faint whimpering upstairs in my<br />
cousin’s bedroom. As I climbed up the stairs, the front<br />
door closed shut. Uncle Sermon must’ve been in the<br />
house the whole time. I hesitantly opened the door to<br />
my little cousin’s bedroom and found no one, however<br />
the whimpering grew louder. Alicia was hiding herself<br />
behind the bed the whole time.<br />
Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
“Alicia?”<br />
“She came back too early,” she said.<br />
“What happened here? Where did your father go?”<br />
“……………………..”<br />
“Or more importantly, what did he do?”<br />
It just so happened that Keisha returned a little<br />
after Uncle Sermon came. She came back because she<br />
had <strong>for</strong>gotten the “PUSH” novel. Alicia said that<br />
Sermon had <strong>for</strong>bidden Keisha from reading that book<br />
because it would’ve warped her mind; and hell<br />
would’ve been unleashed if he had found the book in<br />
the house. So to avoid any trouble, she came back to<br />
pick up the book; but she hadn’t expected her father<br />
to be home. Uncle Sermon had found Keisha to be a<br />
very attractive woman, and despite the fact that they<br />
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were flesh and blood, he took advantage of her. It had<br />
shocked me when my little cousin in<strong>for</strong>med me that<br />
Keisha’s child was also the child of her father. It was<br />
hard <strong>for</strong> me to believe that my aunt never knew any<br />
of this, but Alicia had told me that Uncle Sermon<br />
threatened to do something bad to her if she told<br />
Aunt Sermon about the affair. It just so seemed that<br />
relatives could be a person’s worst enemy.<br />
I couldn’t let this continue, I had to do something.<br />
If there was someone who I had to tell about this<br />
atrocity, it would be my aunt. She usually arrives<br />
home from BINGO at 6’ o’clock, which was five minutes<br />
from now. Enough time <strong>for</strong> me to think of a way<br />
to report to her the events. I divulged the secret to<br />
Aunt Sermon when she came home. She was aghast<br />
to hear the horrible truth, in fact, she went mad! She<br />
was spitting, growling, and frothing at the mouth.<br />
Quickly she went into her linen closet to pull out a<br />
gun that she secretly hid inside <strong>for</strong> her hunting game.<br />
I stopped her.<br />
“Pull that trigger, and not only will you kill your husband,<br />
but your daughters too.”<br />
I was relieved to see that she gave in to my persuasions<br />
that violence is never the answer. So, she<br />
picked up the phone and dialed 911.<br />
When Uncle Sermon came back, he didn’t except to<br />
see a whole crowd of police at the front of the<br />
house. The officers booked him; no longer he could<br />
terrorize my cousins. I felt so proud of myself, I had<br />
saved both cousin’s lives and self-esteem, and I followed<br />
my intuitions.<br />
MORAL: FOLLOW YOUR INTUITIONS ■<br />
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Stephanie Clebert, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005
Angela Padilla, John F. Kennedy High School<br />
Class of 2003<br />
Jaime Matthew<br />
Port Richmond High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
<strong>Gateway</strong><br />
Open the organ of vision<br />
Grasp the strong light<br />
Penetrate into the entrance of ample opportunities,<br />
And new learning<br />
The road to your future<br />
Success in hands and brain<br />
This is <strong>Gateway</strong><br />
To a positive, higher education<br />
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Kishauna Flowers<br />
Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2006<br />
Speechless<br />
I sit here in the morning watching, waiting<br />
I finally see what I want<br />
It rises slowly making gold-orange streaks across the sky<br />
I rise and try to touch the rays of colors but fail<br />
I don’t get mad but I sit and watch the trees stretching and the mist rising<br />
I walk around touching flowers, eating fruits and smelling the wonderful aroma until night<br />
I then sit back down and watch the streaks disappear<br />
And see the stars surface as the sky darkens<br />
I look at the stars in a daze as if never wanting to look away<br />
The stars give me com<strong>for</strong>t; the flower’s aroma dares me to sleep<br />
I finally give in and rest on the inviting bed of grass<br />
I don’t say good night because they already know, they encourage me to be speechless.<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
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Jacqueline Marquina<br />
Adlai E. Stevenson High School<br />
Class of 2004<br />
The End Of A Dream<br />
Farhana Islam, Jamaica High School<br />
Class of 2005<br />
When you are sleeping, what happens<br />
at the end of your dream? You<br />
finally wake up. Many times you want<br />
your dream to end soon. At other times<br />
you wish you could see the end. To<br />
me, life is like some kind of dream and<br />
in the end I am finally waking up.<br />
Sometimes a dream can last as long<br />
as a caterpillar. Other times it can last<br />
as long as a trip around the universe. I<br />
don’t want my dream to be like a picture<br />
book or like an encyclopedia but<br />
more like a novel. Not like a movie nor<br />
a documentary. Not like a walk to the<br />
corner store or to school, but like a<br />
trip around the world.<br />
This dream will be a real, full-length<br />
adventure in finding myself and when I<br />
have finally accomplished this, only<br />
then I would like to wake up. That is<br />
the time of my dying.<br />
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Editorial Staff<br />
Editor: Jessica Arnold<br />
Associate Editors: Christian Gist, Allan Robles,<br />
Elisabeth Iler, Patty Rout<br />
Editorial Assistants: Jordana James, Yarledis Salcedo<br />
Designer: Hannah Alderfer, HHA Design<br />
Acknowledgements:<br />
Thank you to the <strong>Gateway</strong> coordinators, faculty, and<br />
students who collaborated on this issue:<br />
Adlai E. Stevenson High School (Bronx):<br />
Michelle Kanner, Coordinator<br />
Bayard Rustin High School <strong>for</strong> the Humanities<br />
(Manhattan):<br />
Adrienne Rubin, Coordinator<br />
Lutrell R. Nickelson, Coordinator<br />
Brooklyn Technical High School (Brooklyn):<br />
Giancarlo Malchiodi, Coordinator<br />
Scott Mathews, Coordinator<br />
Clara Barton High School (Brooklyn):<br />
Carmen Daniels, Coordinator<br />
Erasmus Hall High School <strong>for</strong> Science & Math<br />
(Brooklyn):<br />
Keturah Nubyahn, Coordinator<br />
Jamaica High School (Queens):<br />
Kathy Kalansky, Coordinator<br />
John F. Kennedy High School (Bronx):<br />
Melanie Papkov, Coordinator<br />
Lafayette High School (Brooklyn):<br />
Linda Rubino, Coordinator<br />
Port Richmond High School (Staten Island):<br />
David Salomon, Coordinator<br />
Queens <strong>Gateway</strong> to Health Sciences Secondary<br />
School (Queens):<br />
John Madera, T.A.S.C. Site Director<br />
Camilo Rojas, Art Teacher<br />
Science Skills Center High School (Brooklyn):<br />
Michele Williams, Coordinator<br />
<strong>Gateway</strong> Central Student Council:<br />
Edwing Medina, Advisor<br />
Carolyn Almonte (Stevenson), Yerlina Almonte<br />
(Jamaica), Kaurang Amin (Kennedy), Nicholas Calder<br />
(Science Skills) Luz Ceballos (Humanities), Nanette<br />
Cedeño (Stevenson), Christian Gist (Erasmus),<br />
Deandra Hinds (Jamaica), Jereen Hossain (Clara<br />
Barton), Tavia Jackson (Erasmus), Bomopregha Julius<br />
(Science Skills), Amy Lau (Clara Barton), Rodely<br />
Moise (Clara Barton), Sharona Moore (Kennedy),<br />
Allan Pang (Humanities), Amelia Prasad (Kennedy),<br />
Osei Rhone (Jamaica), Allan Robles (Science Skills),<br />
Grant Reid (Humanities), Nadim Shaun (Stevenson).<br />
For more in<strong>for</strong>mation<br />
about the<br />
<strong>Gateway</strong> <strong>Institute</strong>, please<br />
consult the <strong>Gateway</strong><br />
website:<br />
www.gateway.cuny.edu<br />
To contact us, email<br />
gateway@ccny.cuny.edu or<br />
call<br />
(212) 650-6088.<br />
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Helen Aluleme, Clara Barton High School<br />
Class of 2005