Inked Lit Art Mag A Splash of Color Vol. 7 by MHSOILSPILL

Inked Lit Art Mag A Splash of Color Vol. 7 2022

Montebello High School Inked Lit Art Magazine 2100 W. Cleveland Ave. Montebello CA. 90640

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Inked Literary Art Magazine is an extracurricular club, run by students during lunch on Mondays. Inked gathers the best student art and publishes a yearly booklet. Join us in this marvelous display of talent from our very own Montebello High students. Inked magazine has provided a space for students to both share and promote their creative artwork whether it be through drawings, paintings, pictures, or poems. Inked is a safe space for students to express themselves and bring awareness to any topic or situation they like. After a very dark and unprecedented time, we have found art still provides an array of color and beauty that can never dull.

Montebello High School 2100 W. Cleveland Ave. Montebello Ca. 90640 (323) 728-0121 Ramirez_james@montebello.k12.ca.us https://montebello-mhs.edlioschool.com/

Colophon: Cover Art: Alyssa Alcala- Splash of Color digital illustration. Theme of “Splash of Color” was inspired by Alyssa Alcala. Titles and Text Pages were created using Adobe In Design. Typefaces: Minion Pro Titles and Text. Cover printed on 80# GPA Uncoated Cover, text printed on 70# GPA Uncoated. A four color process was used throughout. Printed by Sapphire Business Solution. Inked is funded generously via the Associated Student Body discretionary fund. Inked produces one hundred copies and sells each copy for two dollars each. All art and written pieces were submitted by the students of Montebello High School. Work is accepted at the beginning of the school year until mid April. Students are able to turn in unlimited amounts of work; a maximum of three may be published in the magazine. If you are interested in contributing to Inked magazine you can submit your work to room E-9 or email ramirez_james@montebello.k12.ca.us. A Google Form has been created to facilitate digital submissions. https://montebello-mhs.edlioschool.com/ >activities >Inked Lit Art magazine. Pieces are selected based on interest, need, quality, and appeal.

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Editor-in-Chief Photo Editor Writing Editor Art Editor Social Media Copy Editor Layouts Advisor

Alyssa Alcala Luz Galdamez Esmeralda Salazar Brandon Alvarez John Cordon Sandra Yepez Karla Ramirez Juliana Antunez Ashley Sandoval Alejandra Carrillo James Ramirez Constatino Duarte

Table of Contents Alyssa Alcala inside cover Introduction/Contact Colophon Staff Table of Contents Angel Cabrera Llana Montefiore David Cortez MaryJane Navarro Nona Jimenez Christopher Ajemian Llana Montefiore Jocelyn Rodriguez Bee Sanchez Luz Galdamez Bryan Silvestre Isabella Cortez Quakeroats Chirstian Rodriguez Carlos Enrique 2Fort Tamer Bou Hassan Maria Alvarado Esmeralda Salazar Karla Ramirez Asuzena Moreno Mariajose Santana Andrew Roman Esmeralda Salazar Georgina Hernandez Arianna Jimenez Francis Cardena Kitty Gonzalez Jay Guerrero Asuzena Moreno

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Swaggy Self Portrait Del Amo Low Rider Culture, Et al. Lowrider Lifestyle Glass Eyes An Interesting Story Disassociation Day Dream Freedom Suger Rush The Farm Cena De Ojos Me on Mondays Paid In Full Wiz Khalifa Oiler Unless We Desert Mask Self Portrait 2000x Downtown The Observatory Summer Telephone Space Donut Gigi She What is Your Tyranny Glassy Moss Loud Colorful Days

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Digital Media

Digital Media Poetry Photography Article Photography Short Story Poetry Oil Painting Poetry Mixed Media short Story Oil painting Digital Art short Story Watercolor Mixed Media Poem Pastel Digital Art Photography Photography Poetry Photography Digital Art Photography Short Story Poem Mixed Media Short Story Watercolor

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Sandra Yepez Kian Sandavol Sahara Lopez Valerie Arrevalo Mariajose Santana Kitty Gonzalez Isaac Hernandez Robert Garcia Chrisanthony Mejia Alexander Betancourt Daie Jay A. Jimenez Sandra Yepez Jazmine Rojas Oscar Rodriguez Angel Cervantes Conner Espinoza Shirley Mendez Christopher Menendez Llana Montefiore Sandra Yepez Angel Cabrera Jacob Coffin Selena Sorto Andrea Chicas Viviana Machado

Tamino My Years Tarantula, et al. Record Shop Propaganda Cat Bunnie Divorces Mouse Right Now School Stress Double Edged Eyes Toons Exisiting Lady in Pink Dear Conscience Hard Times Love Game Sword of Dusk Underbelly A Closed Window Closure Fairy Pond Head Space Simplicity Sail Away We’ll Meet Again Misery

Mixed Media Poetry Illustration Photography photography Mixed Media poem Pen and ink Poem Poem Digital Art Poem Mixed Media Letter Short Story Poetry Digital Art Pen and ink Poem Poetry Photography Digital Media Musical score watercolor Poem Poem

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Angel Cabrera- Swaggy Self Portrait

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Del Amo Llana Montefiore

Take off all your clothes and put this gown on Is what she said as I started to come back to reality Ah yes the consequences of my failure As I lay in that gurney my mom in the chair next to me questioning why again Loathing that she had to be the one to deal with this that part is always funny to me if I fail I’m just another inconvenience But if I succeed I’m a tragedy who was loved by many and missed Now’s the part where we wait for at least 24 hrs in this ER Time for the transfer As I get strapped and tied down My charisma makes them wonder why are they taking me like this It always tends to baffle them that I’m not like the others I don’t fit the Archetype Which isn’t so Lucky for me cause then I never get the help I so desperately need

David Cortez -Lowrider Culture, Elysian Park, Sunset

Lowrider Lifestyle Maryjane Navarro

he lowrider community is mostly about having a nice ride and a good time with family and friends. A lot of people like to stereotype us by thinking lowriders are gang bangers but it’s not even like that. It’s about family, friends, cruising, and enjoying life.

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The lifestyle of a lowrider community is really a blast. The lowrider community likes to give back to the neighborhood and children that are less fortunate. For example, my car club “Classified”, had a toy drive for Christmas and donated all the toys to a children’s hospital. I bet it made a lot of kids’ day. My dream is to have a lowrider when I’m old enough to drive. I love the feeling when you’re cruising in your ride and everyone is giving you a thumbs up and telling you how sick your car is. It motivates me to get one.

Lowriding is not cheap. A lot of people put a lot of time and money into their lowrider. A lot of people are starting to build their own lowriders but parts are so expensive right now. It’s putting a hurting to a lot of bank accounts. For now, I’ll continue fixing up my lowrider bike.

with whatever you are into. Whether it’s lowriders or fast race cars just put all your heart and soul into it. Don’t half step. -Always representing Classified Car Club.

Being from a car club benefits you. A lot of your brothers and sisters help you out with stuff you need to do to your car. Your club becomes like your second family. My advice is to go hard 9

Nona Jimenez- Glass Eyes

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An Interesting Story Christopher Ajemian My Mother’s story: When I was 7 years old, war broke out in Lebanon where I was born. It was hard to tell what city the bombs were going to be dropped in. The city where my mom lived was a lot like Downtown Los Angeles. There were high rise buildings and the first level were shops. One day much like any other day, my mom sent me to the local store which was the next building over and as I was walking into the store, bombs began to fall in our neighborhood. I was so scared, and at that moment I didn’t know which direction to go. In a matter of minutes,

all I remember is my mom running towards me and picking me up. At that point, the situation got really bad in our neighborhood. My parents decided to gather what we can and leave to Syria, which is a neighboring country where my aunt lived. I remember holding onto my mom and getting into a car with her and my dad and my baby brother and trying to get to safety. We stayed at my aunts for a few months where I had to attend a new school. My parents decided to move to France since my dadś sister lived there. At this point I had to go to school in a country where I didn’t know

the language, I had no friends. It was very difficult to adjust, eventually I learned how to speak French and make new friends. After living in France for over a year, my parents decided to migrate to America. By now I am 9 years old and I have to adjust to being in a new country and making new friends and learning new ways. Thankfully, I knew how to speak English which I learned back in Lebanon. 41 years later, I have 2 beautiful children and living the American dream.

Disassociation Llana Montefiore

I’m suffocating in my own mind I feel my thoughts on my throat slowing gripping tighter and tighter It never stops And I can’t even speak My silence isn’t my choice I’m not in control I sit in the back seat of my own life While some outside force takes the wheel How do I stop this Why am I like this

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Jocelyn Rodriguez- Day Dream

Freedom Bee Sanchez Who knew that one letter on an insignificant piece of paper could change your life forever? you. pure child of joy. oblivious to the treacherous path ahead of you. Who could have ever thought this to happen? take my scarred hand. I only have one thing to say to you. Thank you. your happiness and struggles, your friends and enemies, I could have never made it here if it wasn’t for your choices. you are the strongest child I’ll ever know. you are the base of my fight. you are my strength in battle. You are incredible. to you, who is the miracle of might, could you have ever perceived me to exist? w I stand here, a young warrior, bloody and battled, yet I still stand tall to all 14

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the hurdles you have yet to throw. Are you proud of me? Would you even believe me if I were to say I am of the same blood? and me, a child of impurities, if I were to say I was you, would it be a lie? no. never. I could never deny the beautiful child beneath these walls. no. because I was made from everything you are, and everything you have yet to be. I am stronger than every curse that you have challenged me. I am you. and I am Free.

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Luz Galdamez - Suger Rush 15

Isabella Cortez- Cena de Ojos

The Farm Bryan Silvestre

The farm gets a lot of visits from city people but some have gone missing in the evening when they wander off into the corn fields. The farmer even put up some signs saying to not run into them, because not even he knows what happens. There’s been no witnesses of people that have come back. But the scarecrow disappears during the evening as well.

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Quakeroats- Me on Mondays

Paid in Full

Christian Rodriguez

There was a little girl outside my window in the dead of night. Her hands were tied as well as her ankles, and she was shackled to the ground like someone didn’t want her to leave. I brought her inside. When I paid the crazy delivery fee I would´ve thought they’d at least bring her to the front door.

Carlos Enrique- Wiz Khalifa

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2fort- Oiler

Unless We Tamer Bou Hassan

Diseases spread like wildfire preying on the most vulnerable causing consequences so dire The elderly, the young and the ill suffer and tire Our plans backfire since diseases don’t know borders Every inch of territory they acquire Stopping the spread is a chant without action but for it to gain traction sharing resources should become our desire Attention IS required and just like we share the world sharing our excess vaccine supply is desired We have spent a fortune collecting and stored a lot in 20

those pockets of attire Injecting more shots into pressing arms would benefit more than the shots fired I am tired of all the wars our leaders conspired Next time a war comes Ask about their gains and intentions Vaccine sharing shall be one and shall not be retired As mandates expire the threat doesn’t More variants will come unless we act Returning to a normal life has become a challenging task After wars expire What transpires is that In every war he who profits will always throw fuel to the fire

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Maria Alvarado- Desert Mask Self Portrait 21

Esmeralda Salazar-2000X

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Karla Ramirez- Downtown

Asuzena Moreno- The Observatory

Summer Mariajose Santana

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Summer looks like a sunny day Summer smells like daisies Summer feels like freedom Summer smells like golden poppies Summer tastes like strawberry ice cream 25

Andrew Roman- Telephone 26

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Esmeralda Salazar- Space Donut

Georgina Hernandez-Gigi

She

Arianna Jimenez

I don’t only see her in my dreams. I see her during the day too. She stares. I feel her presence every second of the day. She might be my guardian angel, but there’s something about her that isn’t right. I’ve only seen her face once but it haunts me everyday. Her pointy face is skinny and pail. She has buttons for eyes no nose, no

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mouth. Her right cheek is scarred like broken china. She whispers horrible things she wants me to do. “Poison him”, she repeated constantly. I couldn’t take the whispering anymore. I caved. My target was a high school jock everyone hates. He won’t be missed. I follow him for a few days to get his routine down. I found him alone. It was the right time and place. I walked up to him with a smile on my face. “Hey Jake”, I said. He looked at me, confused. “And you are?” he said with an attitude. I slowly leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Your worst nightmare.” I quickly inject him with the syringe in my hand. The poison takes effect immeadiately. I pull out the needle and he falls to the ground. “what did you do to me?” He quivers. I replied, “I injected you with a deadly dose of wolfsbane. It’s a plant derived poison which will slow your heartbeat down and you will be dead in a few seconds.” “Why?” his voice gasps. I hesitate to asnwer but I do, “She made me.” When I turned around I saw her face once again. This time there was a satisfied smile.

What Is Your Tyranny? Francis Cardena

My greatest pain is being alone and I have been alone for a long time and my greatest fear is that people I really love will disappear and move away from me. It is very sad Today. I don’t feel well to write. I still have many things on my mind And still… I try, like I try every day.

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Kitty Gonzalez-Glassy Moss 31

Loud Jay Guerrero I hate loud noises. I hate being in loud places full of loud people. At school, everyone is constantly yelling and being loud for no apparent reason. It’s like this pretty much every day; teenagers being loud for a reason that isn’t evident to me. All I can really do is sit in my chair in the back of the class and wait for it to end. Today, however, is particularly loud. Everywhere I walk there’s screaming. Even outside the school is loud. Thing is today, if I ask nicely, they quiet down. But if they don’t, it simply gets louder. The sound of sirens is more apparent outside than usual today. But now there’s one particular sound that just gets the crowd screaming. Who knew a simple gun could make so much noise

Asuzena Moreno- Colorful Days 32

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Sandra Yepez- Tamino 33

My Years Kian Sandoval I thought that time would flow slowly I felt excitement at getting older I knew that high school would change me I was wrong with most of my assumptions I pretended to not hear many things I worried about my looks and academic achievements I tried to change for people who didn’t deserve it I was not being myself I imagined I would be the protagonist of a Netflix show I smiled thinking back at my naivety I hoped that I would mature with time I was young and gullible

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Sahara Lopez -Tarantula. Opposite page from top: Translucent, Say Aww, Fighting Pose

Valeria Arrevalo-Record Shop

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Mariajose Santana- Propaganda Cat

Kitty Gonzalez- Bunnie 38

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Divorces Isaac Hernandez It’s a day like no other As I’m in the room with my brother As I’m quietly playing tunes Hoping that I will cancel out some of the thuds and booms So I can drown out the words and sounds It’s almost noon and I’m hoping this will all stop soon I hate the sound of parents yelling It’s almost louder than waves crashing The words are running through my mind just like a cheetah after its prey I really hope this will stop My eyes are starting to get dry As the argument starts to die Glad this one didn’t last long Hopefully the next one won’t last at all I miss my family being together and happy All of these arguments lead to divorce Sometimes I feel remorse But now I know this feeling will be nevermore No more tears No more eyes being sore

Robert Garcia-Mouse Right Now

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School Stress Chrisanthony Mejia Going to school gives me stress that strangles and stops me from thinking straight. Just thinking that my bloodline’s future relies on my well doing suffocates me, with the sick feeling of a choking pain. Just thinking of the disappointment my family would face. I simultaneously simulate the same simulation in my head always thinking how sad my family would be knowing that I have failed them. I cannot procrastinate, or I’ll feel poorly and pressured, without plenty of time to get stuff done. I sweat as I feel the pressure on my shoulders. The core of my head feels heavy and hot, just thinking of the disappointment my family will have towards me. Procrastinating feels like trash. I know that I’ll end up rushing everything absolutely frying my head with a sizzling pain. Sometimes motivation isn’t enough to get me through my monstrous amount of murderous homework. I think this way because deep down I know that motivation can evaporate easily and is very limited. I don’t want to fail high school and make my future unenjoyable with a job that almost feels forced, and one that I hate. I feel the hot rushing of blood suffocating my head, almost like a drowning sensation, because inside I know that it’s more than just passing the class. The pressure is at its best during tests, tests matter far more than the average homework or classwork. Tests give me headaches the most, especially when I don’t understand what’s going on, it gives me a burning sensation in the back of my eyes, knowing I won’t end up doing well. 41

Double Edged Eyes Alexander Betancourt your gaze, stops me in my place, intimidating in every way, words slip out without restriction, my thoughts are freed, no more affliction, birds singing on a sunny day flowers blooming in the month of May, Delighted by your gaze your gaze, an elaborate maze amid a vast ocean, untouched by the water, blinded by your comfort, drowning but unbothered, an unsettling notion, comfort in your ocean, protected by your gaze your gaze, a bittersweet decay, an unraveling deception, conductor of my heart, ensemble of emotions, should’ve known this from the start a lethal infection of a misinterpreted connection, deceived by your gaze

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your gaze, a melancholic haze, I’m trapped inside your jewel-like eyes, shackled by every word you say, prisoner to my own mind, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, no escape from what lies, self destruction on the rise, devoured by your gaze your gaze your ill-willed ill-filled gaze, it sets me ablaze, hotter than a California summer, but you’re as cold as the north pole, for the longest I saw you as my lover, I was merley a slave, to your gaze, your beautifully twisted gaze, diminished by your gaze.

Daie- Toons

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Existing Jay A. Jimenez

I never realized how quiet my mornings appear to be, How I never truly felt the warmth from the sun’s embrace as it penetrated my bedroom window, Or savored the beauty in the color it created of golden honey as it greeted my skin in my very first seconds of consciousness, Or how my ears felt the absence of the beautiful arioso the birds in the nearby trees seemingly rehearsed for when the sky was sans the moonlight, I never realized how little I admire the beauty of the human condition, How one appears to be carefully crafted down to the lines that appear around one’s eyes as they scrunch up in a fit of laughter, The beauty of a real smile rather than one of reassurance for others, How the colors in one’s hair glow when they stand in the sun, Waves appearing from the wind running its gentle fingers through one’s locks in a loving caress, I never realized how little I truly lived, How much time I eradicated, Withheld by the possession of fear that coursed through the crevices of my brain, All of it being squandered by my desires to hide away from the crowd, Into the shadows where the darkness accepts me with open arms, For who I am, I never realized how lost I’ve been as to the definition of being alive, How living has become a tragic rarity, Because I never realized how little I’ve been living, And how much I’ve been simply existing. 45

Sandra Yepez- Lady in Pink

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Dear Conscience Jazmine Rojas Dear Conscience, I want to know. Why are you so fixated on making me hopeless all the time? I can’t have one day where I’m able to raise a glass of water and proudly say, “Today was a good day.” No! Something always has to go wrong that makes me feel insane and crazy about every little thing going on around me. Is there a reason for this bad misfortune? Is it destined for me to be seen as a fool with a broken mind? Or is it me that scares you to make me lose my mind? I want to know, so desperately. Every morning I awake to concerns and despair, I walk through the day worrying about my actions, I sleep at night trying to make sense of how stupid I was. And still, I don’t seem to understand. Why can’t I rest? You offer me help, I accept, I come out harmed every single time. I can’t get ready for school because you’re too worried about my physical physique. I try to be social in class but you shut me up. I meet someone new and you automatically fill my head with doubt. Your only solution is isolation. You make me feel like a misfit, an outcast, abnormal. I hate you. I hate the way I blame myself for your thoughts. Creating them into my actions. Living with the mental consequences. Exhausted from this never ending cycle. I can’t do it anymore!! I want to get better. I want to experience the pleasure of life. I fancy the thought of confidence and acceptance of myself. To finally sleep with peace. I know you do as well. So please, Love Yourself. With anticipation, Jazmine Rojas 47

Hard Times Oscar Rodriguez

Is survival possible in the workplace? Having to do a rat race in which no one will get anywhere, perpetually working until retirement, making the rich richer. Perhaps having a window in the building, being even more tortuous, getting to see the outside world you can only experience for such little time. Almost at times, The Boss’s check on his workers, his stare upon his laborers feel almost as grueling as the literal ball and chain used on the poor souls during the birthplace of the workplace you now toil in. The loud noises of the copier, the printer, and the fax machine become so ingrained in your routine that you hardly notice the sounds anymore. Indulging in the ill, ineffectual, infuriating institute. You can recall a time where the taste of your lunch was new, delicious, the tomatoes, fresh, and mouth watery. Now your lunch loses all taste as you’ve eaten it for what seems like the one thousandth time. The warm touch of fresh copy paper feeling empty, like touching the air now. The terrible trenches of tedious, troubling tasks is all that there is at times. The resulting rain of a reclusive reign of emptiness, the soul sucking environment leaves you barren in hope. Is survival possible in the workplace? Physically, yes. 48

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Love Game Angel Cervantes

To fall in love, to hear the boom of your heart to feel the desperationof gaining one’s interest, as they have gained yours Drawn to them like the draw of a card but grown so far from the idea the space becomes an ocean as your thoughts of themwave your mind But if only it that simple If only their heart along with yourscould simply kiss hello, or a slight announcement of interest that would wish well with whole excitement Ones heart to be loved by another would beat faster than the speed of light Yet my heart crumbles at the thought ofusing yours But does yours stop when it thinks of mine Somehow despite the fright of it not being right consonance My heart feels like gold with the thought of you lovingme 49

Conner Espinoza- Sword of Dusk

Shirley Mendez- Underbelly

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A Closed Window Christopher Menendez A gear in my brain is stuck A window through my mind is closed shut Confusion driving me nuts, I don’t know where to go I don’t know what emotions to show My mouth has been struck down Can’t get this feeling out I don’t know what to do I don’t know where to go now Why can’t everything just slow down? What is everyone talking about now Crashing back and forth in my mind I’m clashing with myself I’m missing several components Feel as if everyone is my opponent I don’t need no approval In my heart I’m delicate, But this world keeps on pushing it, crushing it Want to do right, but everything I do is wrong Wish I was perfect, always wanted to fit along Sing a song of the suffering This feeling is eating me up I can’t reside with nothing I’m all alone because I can’t offer Nothing, everybody wants Something Hurt everyone I love Love everyone that hurt Don’t expect nothing in return Crashing back and forth In life we live and learn

Closure Llana Montefiore

You told me once that you were different I was promised that I wouldn’t be made to feel as I did with everyone else And when I questioned it I was made to feel like the bad guy Me not trusting your words was my shield And anytime I used that shield I was the villain No matter how hard I tried I was the always in the wrong Even when your words cut me so deep I gushed blood It was my fault And yet you feel like I have won you feel used and abused and hurt Never once did you take responsibility for what you did You don’t know what responsibility is I changed every part of myself to fit your needs It was never enough So if I hurt you good I'll be the villain you always made me out to be You loved being called daddy Little did I know you would mistreat me just as he did

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Sandra Yepez- Fairy Pond

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Angel Cabrera- Head Space

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Jacob Coffin-Simplicity

Selena Sorto- Sail Away

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We’ll Meet Again Andrea Chicas My heart broke when I first got the call I wasn’t expecting it at all Wheels screeching on my way to the hospital I walked in seeing you, laying there so casual Seeing your family grief Caused me to leave As I walked I had one thought in mind We’ll meet again, when the time is right The next couple of weeks I cried It was a hard battle to overcome I felt lonely like an inmate I wasn’t sure how more of this loneliness I can take Woah, I felt nauseous as the priest read your last letter Seeing your lifeless body was crucial Your funeral raced by me in a blur Was I ready to go? I wasn’t sure You never said goodbye Seeing you pass was our last time That hospital day made me cry, But we’ll meet again, when the time is right

Misery Vivianna Machado Alcohol runs through my veins My gray couch littered with stains 4 empty bottles laying on the floor “Rid me from this pain. Please I implore” Free me from this misery Drip. Drip. Drip. Am I crying? I can’t fix this mess. I’ m done trying It’s so addicting, I just can’t stay clean Broken sobs fill the room like a broken washing machine Free me from this misery River flowing down my cheeks I Haven’t felt this good in weeks A fire igniting in my heart Let me give this bottle a brand new start Free me from this misery They tell me so much will make me go insane That it will mess with my brain 60

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They don’t know this bottle is the only thing that remains That if it wasn’t for it I’d be standing in front of moving trains The bottle frees me from my misery But maybe they’re right This bottle won’t help me win this fight Because once the alcohol goes My pain only grows Free me from my misery