Marcello Martinez (Latino Student)

We’ve been keeping a low profile,
Our parents and the activists helping us stay in America
Advised us to stay away from anything that might
Draw attention from law enforcement.

These Americans are fighting over sports and music
While my cousins are not allowed to go to school in Mexico,
Their school is in a dump, the cartel has closed the school
Until after the election since that’s where people vote.

The order is to stay away from the school
Or else.
It made me think
This fight is ridiculous.


All rights reserved-Chris Hancock


A hot, humid air sat of Williamsburg,
My daughter and I looked for the sheep
Hoping to break the rules
And get a touch of their nappy wool.

The texture, the oils,
It feels so nice,
But given the heat,
The sheep had taken a cool cover somewhere.

Our walk led us to the Gaol
Where no one stood guard,
So we figured it must be free
Looking to see prison condition ala 1700s.

I stepped into the cell,
The air even more still than outside,
The grain of the wood rough to the touch,
Unpleasant in its trendy architectural way.

A chain with cuffs was bolted into the wall,
A ring was similarly clad to the floor,
All to prevent debtors and criminals from escaping.
High tech cruelty for the time.

Standing in the box,
I felt the same oppressive weight
Of being in the freight cars within
The Holocaust Museum. Oppression feels the same everywhere.

In the courtyard, a family walked in,
I was struck by their vanilla
Wondering if they the felt the same as me,
A guy hating the injustice people put on each other.

Whether it’s criminals doing their thing
Or the authority that prosecutes them,
I left questioning why men and women
Persecute each other.

Is it insecurity,
Is it a failed gene,
Is an inability of evolution to keep up with social responsibility,
Or just good losing to evil all around?

We walked back into the June heat
A few minutes ahead of an afternoon thunderstorm,
And as we broke some law about beer consumption,
My mind jumped to the kids locked up in detention centers.

Glorified prisons,
Chain link on concrete in vacant Wal-Marts and such,
The heavy feelings returned to me
As the rain fell around us.



Family focus?
Liar, liar, tongue on fire
Put up and shut up
Conjoin your money and mouth
Put families up here.






Photo Credit: By Martin Dürrschnabel, de:Benutzer:Martin-D1, user:Martin-D [CC BY-SA 2.5 (, from Wikimedia Commons

Jerry Dean (Basketball Player, Eight Bars Parents)

I should be organizing our next move,
Our parents are trying to get rid of Sports and Music,
But this is small potatoes
Compared to what I want to talk about.

You see, I may be a kid
In the eyes of the law
And I get to go home to my parents each night.
They get to be with me,

But in the eyes of this youth,
I have a voice, I have a conscience,
And I will use it for what is right.
This argument about coaches is not right.

It is nothing, it’s trivial and petty,
Because there are children
Who don’t get to be with their parents
And their parents have no recourse to get the children back.

We the people,
A narrow-minded and split electorate,
Put this disgrace in office
Under the guise that His administration would be good for us.

How much longer will people
In the way that THIS GUY
Is governing?

Forget what party a person is in,
Forget where they get their cable news,
Forget where they worship,
Aren’t people aware of the hateful things being done?

Why aren’t there more protests?
Why aren’t more businesses speaking out?
When will the country music artists speak out?
Middle America and religious values, are you there?

Right now, school is about to start,
We are ready to protest the way our district is handling the issue,
It’s basically the same mentality
As our President with immigration.

Kids are being held hostage
While adults posture for their gain
At the expense of

We will address our concerns
In the best ways we can,
Rest assured, though,
We are not kids.