#123MyPresident

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Jana Brown-Griffith

I elect candidate mom as my president, the best influence and friend anyone can have. I entrust my entire being to my favorite delta woman. I elect my 9 month old nephew ocean as president with his tiny coils on his head and his beautiful two teeth smile. He doesn’t know it yet but he’s brought our family even closer. I elected the cracker barrel assistant manager as president for giving our table of 8 free meals, such a kind and unexpected gesture. He was such a beautiful African man that looked like frozone from incredibles. (Ya’ll this man was so fine haha) 

I elect my dad as president for being the best cook I know, food is his love language and every bite feels like a warm hug. I also elect him based on the goofy ways that he’s passed down to my sister and I. I elect every homeless person I pull up to while next two a stop light. I’m not sure what’s your story but I feel led to give when I can.. Even if i don’t know what you might spend your money on. Lastly I elect Jesus as president because he’s the son of God and that’s on period.

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Fame is the one that does not stay — (1507)

Victoria Dobson

BY EMILY DICKINSON

Fame is the one that does not stay —

It's occupant must die

Or out of sight of estimate

Ascend incessantly —

Or be that most insolvent thing

A Lightning in the Germ —

Electrical the embryo

But we demand the Flame

I like this poem because it sounds cool honestly. I e line electric the embryo. Like how wanting fame is just ingrained into human nature. And how even though fame is short fleeting and worthless in the end. We seek it any way throughout our lives. How such a small thing being known by others can push one's life in so many directions and make people do things they never thought they would do is so strange if you think about it for a bit . like the essential need to be loved in our souls.

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Skylar Angel

Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and from

Kept treading-treading- till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum-

Kept beating- till I thought

My Mind was going numb-

And then i heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space- began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear.

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here-

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down-

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing- then-

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#PoetrywithDrK

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Elliot Venerable

On this day I will elect my sister as president, strong-willed, college age, Chinese, adopted, unable to run for president legally even after being here her whole life. I trust her feelings of injustice that fuel understanding of others

And I elect Jesse Gender an activist who tries to explain transgender issues without demeaning those who are ignorant of them, who uses pop culture and humor to connect with people while making the message feel less threatening though just as urgent 

I elect the BLM activists all over the world who aren’t blind to the injustice and hatred POC face daily

& the minimum wage workers, who even with two jobs, cannot survive is my president

& everyone who is forced into poor working conditions just so they can put food on the table is my president

I elect other countries as we should be working together not against, because we can gain knowledge and better understanding when we strive for peace

I elect the veterans who speak up about the inequality within the military, those who understand that a woman getting raped should not be pushed aside, and whose fathers would've turned a blind eye

& the homeless addict on the street who wasn’t born into addiction but fell prey to it is my president

I elect people who just want to enjoy the world, ones who feel like their purpose is to just exists, those who understand that being a slave to work will kill you in more ways than one

& the teacher who is underpaid for their labor is my president

& the stranger who did a kind thing on a bad day is my president

& the janitor whose work should not go unnoticed is my president

I elect everyday people because what is a president without them

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my president by Chloe Allman

my grandma is my president

& my sophomore year english teacher is my president

the healthcare workers fighting to save lives affected by covid are my presidents

& those who stand up against injustice are my presidents

amanda gorman is my president 

& greta thunberg is my president

my professors are my presidents

& those who deserve more than they get are my presidents

my best friend is my president

& emily dickinson is my president

the silent poet is my president

& those fighting for equity are my presidents

and those who love others unconditionally are my presidents too 

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My Presidents-Michael Doughman

From the depths of Erebor to the homeliness of the Shire, J.R.R. Tolkien is my president. From a kid from Brooklyn, the nerdy science teenager, the King of Wakanda, the clumsy archer, America's first black superhero to the lady who lifted mjolnir and the Dora Milaje, Stan Lee is my president. My beautiful Californian ray of sunshine is my president. The Jedi girl from Jakku who never quit to find out who she was is my president.   The second baseman from Atlanta, Georgia was my president. The kid from Chicago Illinois, who gave the WRLD the Juice it needed is my president. The protector of God's army whom I named myself after, is my president. The national heroine of France in 1429 is my president. Both my parents have lifetime terms as my presidents. Real or not. Young or old. My presidents will always be my presidents.          

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Donovan Kautz: President

The man who talks a little too much but just tries to connect to a young black man as a slave owner in his past life is my president.

The people who I believe are able to say nigga are my presidents.

People who show respect towards me by not saying nigga in front of me even if they are able to say it are my president.

The same women who I had held the door open for and asked me if I was a manager and my response back being "I'm just ah host" then replying back with " you're not just ah" is my president. 

My president are the people who know how I feel without trying to to bug me about it.

The people who used to offer me food even though I couldn't eat at the time because of my surgeries and respected that are my president.

The same people who check up on me even though I don't check up on them even though I should are my president. 

The professors who understand my struggles in my life and help me get through college are my president.

The two people that are my guardians that have kept me alive are my president (shoutout mom and grandma).

The cats and animals all around that were there for me emotionally were my president. (Rip boots)

The 1 highschool teacher who treated me like his favorite student is my president. 

The friends in the past who were friends to me even though I was a dickhead and a loser are my president. 

Finally my last president is myself, the person who kept pushing on and lived through all of the bullshit and made it through the plenty of people who fucked with my life is my president.

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my president // Emanuel C.

My mami is my president 

Proven over and over 

what it means overcome

Nina, Sierra, Lindsey

They are my presidents

What it means to give a break

When I am broke, a check

Mama Ana is my president 

Unrecognized for her work

The foundation to a nation

Women are my presidents

Proud to be part of this nation

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Oh how I miss the beaming rays

From the warm summer sun.

I can wait to relive those days

Of all that summer fun.

I hope this winter wonderland

Just melts itself away.

My melanin is yearning for

A bright warm summer day.

JanaBrownGriffith

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#123imagery

Skylar Angel, Original poem

you are always ripped from sleep

finest place to be

dozing, gripped by dreams

wandering on the edge of reality

a tease dissolution

exiting actuality

repealing any desire to continue

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Skylar Angel // Sylvia Plath

I feel like this might be a little bit of a stretch in terms of direct relation to Sylvia Plath, but it was the first thing that came to mind. I’m graduating this year and the only class i take in high school is ap art. The goal of the class is to make 15 pieces and turn them in at the end to be scored and all that. Basically i chose the theme “life of a rock star” just for fun. ( Mind you, this whole class was for fun. I cannot draw for shit.) Anyway, at the ripe age of 13, I stumbled apon an singer, Lana Del Rey. I’ve listened to her since. Miss Lana is a bit controversial, she became a religion on tik tok as a joke, tried witchcraft against Trump, etc. The point is, before this class the only thing i knew about Sylvia Plath was that she was a poet. And I knew that solely because in one of Lana’s songs, “Hope is a Dangerous thing for a Woman Like me to have”, one of the lines is -

“ I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7 Sylvia Plath

Writing in blood on the walls

‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad”

And I was listening to it, thinking, “ What’s a Sylvia Plath?” then proceeded to a short lived google research of her which ended once I found out she was a poet. I was pretty excited that she was one of the poets we were reading, so I could get more into her work. I practically used Lana Del Reys “atheistic” as a visual for the cartoon looking people I drew, attempting to joke about the highs and lows of a rising musician. I feel like most crash and burn at the end, and all of it is just chaos. I feel like Sylvia Plath was a poet of chaos. We read a lot about the bee poems, but in a lot of her work, I feel like she’s referencing to her own self-destruction. I could honestly go on a lot about that. I think all artists, poets, singers, writers, have a little bit of self destruction, some extra pain. That’s just because we have to get it out, in music, on paper, etc. The good and the bad. That’s what i attempted with my portfolio so far. It’s unfinished and sloppy, but it’s kinda fun so here she is. ( Also, just as a warning- there is images referring to drug and alcohol usage, so if that’s triggering in any way, apologizes and please scroll past! ) 

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JanaBrownGriffith

BLK History Month

BY NIKKI GIOVANNI

If Black History Month is not

viable then wind does not

carry the seeds and drop them

on fertile ground

rain does not

dampen the land

and encourage the seeds

to root

sun does not

warm the earth

and kiss the seedlings

and tell them plain:

You’re As Good As Anybody Else

You’ve Got A Place Here, Too

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Sylvia Plath , a poem

Sprit of the wood, buzzing with the bees

Your soul is good ,stark like the trees. Misunderstood , your efforts are not forgotten by me.

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Sydney Scott Williams

I elect my sister, three years old and yet bolder than anyone I know. I trust her judgement, her love, her compassion.

I elect my brother. The boy who grew into a man and made something of himself.

My best friend is my president. The strength she’s shows through all of life’s challenges shows her courage to be my president.

and the brave men in the military who fight to keep me safe, they are my president.

and the teacher who always helped me do my best, she is my president.

Everyone fighting for another day, they are my president.

and those who follow their passions despite judgement, they are my president.

My older sister who has faces many horrors in life, she is my president.

and those who feel over looked, they are my president.

The artists are my presidents.and those who manage to find the good in everything

and mothers

and fathers

and sons

and daughters

they are my president.

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Today I elect my mom as my president, for giving me everything I could ever want, and a shoulder to cry on when I needed it most I elect my dad as president for joking about showing his shot gun to any boy who dares break my heart And I elect my brother as president for listening to me in my darkest hours And my fellow women, who won’t stop until they are treated fairly and don’t have to walk down the streets at night with their car keys in one hand and pepper spray in the other My president is Stephen King for teaching me all I needed to know on how to master the genre of horror and fiction in literature And J.K. Rowling for teaching me that sometimes even the most unexpected people get letters to go on magical adventures, and that even the scariest battles can be won My president is Jimi Hendricks, Ed Sheeran, Led Zeppelin, Bon Jovi, and any of the other artists and bands that I jammed out in the car to My president is my boyfriend who quit a job he hated for one that he loves My president is all my brothers in arms who struggle when they have to leave their families for deployment, and who crawl through the mud and under barbed wire on a rainy day with no complaints, only light hearted quips about how funny it all is My president is the people