mixed masterpiece by audrey wycklendt the girl by eryn greuel growing older by taha badani

mixed masterpiece by aubrey wycklendt

One great stroke, then color! It’s blue. Lightskin is the right skin Is what is new. Another brush, now with green. Can’t choose a side cause then It’s demeaning.

In the paint, now splattered on. Since I’m mixed, It’s hard to be strong. Black and white, you’ll be seen As one or the other, Try and try to change their minds, But then get a different color.

We have our nicknames, But we must give them meaning Layer the paint in all directions, Then hold it up And see it gleaming. Make a buck, They still don’t recognize. But the painting sold And the work’s all done.

Brushes washed, table cleared. Two colors made us, And all we can do Is paint how we persevere.

by eryn greuel

older growing by taha badani

Growing older, There’s more to accomplish. There’s more responsibility.

Hardships await us, as we grow into adulthood. There will be no back to lean on.

Together we would complete tasks. Together we would eat. Together we would tackle problems.

Pack your things and lace your shoes, The discomfort zone awaits.

Now, there won’t be Any beams holding us up. The concrete is f i r m and The structure is ready. The foundation is built And ready to stand alone.

Growing older And crossing the bridge, The new and improved you lies ahead.