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The Phoenix Literary Magazine
6th Grade
Broken
Don't let me drown in my lonely sorrows
Never wanting to look back
Never wanting to fall into the hole that I couldn't get out of
He was my prescription
I needed him daily
Why would he do this?
Leave me like a stray
I never hurt him
Stabbed me for what it seemed like, eternity
Never will I look back on him and think of him as my love
How could I give in like that?
Let him see through me
Then break through me
By Sirine N.
March 12, 1951
Life in war. It is horrible. You don’t know when you will die. All around you people are dying. You can hear their screams even at night from men suffering from blood loss, destroyed torsos, being shot at, and much more devastating injuries. This place is a living hell. Rats are everywhere, lice sucking at your blood while you rest for the day, dead bodies everywhere. Guns are flaring, bombs exploding, shards being sprayed everywhere, mortars falling everywhere not caring who it hits. Everyday many of us are slaughtered. All I dream of is to be back with my family, my wife, my sons, and my dog, Barky. But probably I won’t go back on my two feet but in a bodybag. Many of my comrades have died on this war. My life before this was at a farm, playing around not caring about anything, having a good life. Well then its time to go. Hope I live to see tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Ernest R.
The Fence
The separation between
us was deadly
Every day that separation
would get worse.
Days, months, years
they were hard
I wanted to die.
Even if I died I wanted to die
beside you.
That one person I adore
is too far t
hat I can’t reach.
Why must we have this?
Why can’t she be with me?
She’s my family.
Let her be in
peace on that other
side of the fence.
I hope this end at once
because your my
sister no matter what.
By Jenny F.
Esperanza's View
I’m Esperanza- sad and blue,
Watching all the girls sing and twirl
I walk sad in tears,
With the fear of being caught
I crossed the border,
The big divide,
It’s huge in my eyes
They count hopscotch squares
I count cracks,
But nobody knows who I am
I’m the black little dot,
Hard to find,
Lost in a field trip
Teacher says that’s fine
In a world of black.
By: Julian S.
Aliens
They come through and under
Lurking throughout the country
Searching for their life
Never knowing what will happen
Always preparing for the worst
Praying day and night
Coyotes could eat them alive,
steal all their money,
leave them broke
Coming from all around
Under the wire they come
in pairs, packs, and groups
Avoiding la migra, once you see green
it breaks your heart into minuscule bits
Weeping with every step
Unknown to the world
Unknown to your boss
Unknown to everyone
Only hoping for the best
By: Sirine N.
Outcast
Alone
At Risk
No home
Deciding whether to trust someone
Abandoned
Fighting
Thinking about your family
Need
Want
Trusting a Coyote?
Losing
Frightened at the thought of going home
All alone
No money
-Skye P.
Sin Papeles
Suffering the torture
Immigrants migrating
No freedom of your own
Papers and papers of nothing
A powerful heart to reach your goal
Planning a perfect life
Ever lasting tears of sadness
Leaving your families
Enough seeing my children cry
Stay with what you believe in
By Angelica G.
In Response to The Circuit
All I am to them is a number
To them I’m not a sweet, lovable, amazing human
I’m just a code, a serial number that won’t be seen as me
Just an illegal alien
I didn’t want to fall into this situation
I could’ve starved to death if I hadn’t broken the law
I could’ve been killed in my own country
Even if I die, I don’t want to die and be seen as a number
But that’s what I am to them, a number
I don’t want to be noticed, no one does
Trouble always seems to find me but I face it no matter what happens
Sometimes I want to give up
It seems like the best answer
But something makes me think twice and I don’t
I get stronger every time I lose a fight
I learn from those mistakes I’ve made
By anonymous
Who are we?
That is a question we never answer.
We spend our whole life searching for the answer.
Some like to blend in and follow a leader,
some like to lead and set trends,
others stick out and be themselves,
as Stargirl has.
She has wowed us,
being herself is the most dangerous and stunning of all her tricks.
So now she sets the trend.
We are followers,
she is now a leader,
no longer unique.
We all act as she does,
her actions and her things are no longer what makes her different,
we all act the same and own the same items.
Why do we follow?
We all have our reasons.
No one has a definition,
just a quality that sticks out.
Are you funny or serious?
Do want to create buildings or bring them down?
Are you open to ideas or plain sighted?
Do you want lead a country or rise against one?
These are merely a few of the questions we must ask to find ourselves.
Stargirl hasn’t,
but she started the search before us.
We,
even Stargirl,
have yet to be ourselves,
finding paths and roads to ourselves.
We all are still conformists,
I think soon,
we’ll spread our small and delicate wings,
and see that the those wings,
we thought were ugly and horrible,
are really bewitching and wonderful.
All we need to do is spread them.
When the World Is Against Me
When the whole world is against me what do I do? Do I run away, turn around, ignore, cry, throw myself on my bed and muffle my cries? Do I listen to music, do I just hide behind my parents, what do I do? All I do is walk outside, listen to nature, and music and learn to be grateful. Because I know nothing will last forever so I have to take every chance I got to appreciate what I have. Friends, enemies, people who defend you, people who hate you, they will all fade away.