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__The Fountain - By Donyea__ Mother, ﻿what shall I do   I do not know so﻿ I’m asking you But when the sun came out for th﻿e first time on this day I knew what I must do get up ﻿no, not stay A clearing came to the sk﻿y and the sun shone down I figured if I feel like m﻿y mother I won’t have a frown I just need to clea﻿nse and clear my mind For just, a sm﻿all amount of time And let the th﻿oughts pour in   Like water into th﻿e fountain Now that all the w﻿ater that was in the teapot is gone I feel strong﻿ and becalmed

**__My Unexpected Life- By Taylor__** Memories of my mother **//dance//** in my head The freedoms she fought for she was put to death So I dream and wonder of how I can help To give peace and **//liberty//** to my people As a child I endured many sorrows Jealousy, nightmares, and loneliness Learning to **//read//** and **//write//** I could express how I felt Thank you to Master Nathaniel Being encouraged and sharing my work, I travelled In London I received appreciation in my **freedom** Over time I grew a love for Nathaniel At the end of the store I saw the man of my dreams We got married and dreams fullfilled, my poetry lives on

__Love for a blind- by Sally__ “I love him because he is sharp, smart, and not lazy.” “He does not know I love him, of course.” To love one that is blind to love, Is to love none at all. But still I love For love makes the world go blind. And in a world of blind people The one who can’t love is the one who can see. “Love conquereth all things, let us yield to love.” But to have one who falls right into love Is like falling into an endless pit. You just keep falling, Until you hit the cold hard floor hard and fast. “//What is he saying?// My eyes went moist. //Does he know my feelings for him?//” At times I wonder if I’m making it too obvious, Or not enough. Maybe if he just opens his eyes he would see my eyes right in front of him. Maybe he would realize for the first time that I love him. Maybe then he would give me more than a glance. Maybe, if only, if only he would open his eyes. Just for a second. But I fear he will forever be blind. “To profess love for the master’s son would be unforgivable.”



__The night I lost my mother__ by: Lynette

The night I lost my mother Was indeed the worst Obour would not let me die Thats when I wanted to burst Mother told them, "No, please, I am not sick. I am well." This is when I needed My cowrie shell Her eyes were large and round down there Though all I could do was stare My head was resounded with pain But I couldn't do much 'cause I was tied on that chain I stayed alive for my friend Because I knew we wouldn't get to live again.