The Wall (A Mockery of Donalds’ Promise) by Esperanza Flores

Setting: An amusement park advertisement. However the advertisement is the “super tall” Border Line that Trump promised to build. Mainly dry land. However, tons of Mexicans turned it into this fun excitement. Built underground tunnels, Boat rides, and playing tag. In the Underground, they built a rollercoaster made to look like a gold mine with lights hanging on top. The other side of the wall Mexican families will be “ playing one sided freeze tag” with border patrol. The boat rides show Mexicans having a party crossing over to American soil. Borderline by Madonna is playing in the background.

Teens:*sitting on the couch, texting, sighing, and watching TV*

Teenagers Mom: Get up off the couch and go outside! Come on, *points at window* the sun is shining. it’s summer. Go have some fun.

Teens:*Looks up at mom. Then turns away and continues to text and watch Tv*

Teenagers Mom:* turns at camera and sighs with disappointment*

Commercial Voice: Does this happen to you? Your kids stuck at home doing nothing?! Well now there’s a solution.

[ Madonnas’ Borderline song plays fadely. Camera changes to view of the border line. Camera shots at different angles.The words, “BORDERLINE AMUSEMENT PARK” spread across screen. ]

Commercial Voice: WELP, come on down to Borderline Amusement. Your kids will absolutely love it here.

[ Show mexican kids running around in the dry lots around wall.]

Commercial Voice: Here we have everything to keep your child busy. From underground roller coasters... *5 second pause.*

[Camera shot of immigrant families walking through an underground tunnel. Lights are set up to look like a underground train station. *there seems to appear a mexican conductor collecting tickets from the immigrants. He allows to pass through a darker tunnel handing them a flashlight. Everyone seems to be smiling and enjoying their day*]

Commercial Voice: For the more athletic, we have a game zone on the mainland. *says with excitement* It includes our widely popular game,Super Freeze Lazer Tag!

[Camera shot of border patrol cars chasing after immigrants running. Another camera shot of border patrol running on feet with tasers, shooting at immigrants running]

Commercial Voice: If you're a water kind of person, we have something for you too. Our very own water ride!

[camera shot of immigrants a boarding boat, while some dive in and swim. Another camera shot of cop boat stopping the immigrants boat. Another camera shot shows a few lucky mexicans making it to American shore on a party boat.]

Commercial Voice: If you like what you’re seeing, well hurry up and don’t miss your chance. It will be closing at the end of summer 2017 for remodeling. Yes that’s right! In the summer of Twentyneverteen it will reopen and be renamed… ahuh, you guessed it, the new and improved...BIGGER BORDERLINE AMUSEMENT! Funded by Mexico's Government. Now it will include a rock climbing station!

[Camera shot of immigrants climbing the wall by rope. Another camera shot of police helicopters swarming around the wall trying to tell them to “get down from the wall”]

Commercial Voice: So don’t waste your time and come on down to…. BORDERLINE AMUSEMENT!!!

[Last camera shot of the borderline. Back to camera shot in the teenagers moms’  house parking lot. There is their minivan being packed to leave on vacation. Action shot of the teens mom closing the trunk filled with luggage.]

THE END.

Forbidden Woman by Faith Smith

She is strong, she is tall, she keeps her head held up high

She has wings, she can do almost anything

Forbidden Woman, that’s what they call her

She’s the woman that doesn’t make it to the blogs or gets caught on tape

She’s the one that works behind the scenes and know her role is more to play

She is the leader, the Wonder Woman, the creator of all things

No, she isn’t God, and no, she isn’t outside of mankind

She’s that woman that you see in your dream

The one that’s almost perfect, and has everything together for reality

Forbidden woman, you can say that’s me

We’re the ones that make a dream become reality

Hardworking at best, and nevertheless earning little recognition

Forbidden woman, for she is a queen

No messiness comes in between her and her favorite color green

Forbidden woman, yeah…that’s me

Only if.

When it is my time, I’d choose to preach to all of my American sisters and brothers. To say this:

“In this country. The one below our tiny toes. There are millions waiting to be detangled from the prejudice system of government that our founding fathers built. The government officials now defeat the purpose of what this country meant to be. The land that ALL men and women seek to live in. Not just one race. If I were to run for this title, I’d make promises to do the best that I can for those who are victimised by our own country who promised to keep them safe. To make them comfortable in their own skin. A country that they can benefit from. Doesn’t matter who. Black, White, Muslim, Latino, Gay, Lesbian, Transgender, e.t.c. My purpose as a civilized person is to reach out with the palms of my hands to those who’ve suffered for too damn long. To give my oppressed brothers and sister a country they deserved since that very day they were born. To give each child in America hope that one day they will actually become what they want without being stereotyped down to the core.  To give anyone reason to live, that this country will actually move on to be better. That society will learn to accept that we all believe in different concepts. We all can agree that we can relate to is that the color of our blood is red. That we all want die knowing that we did everything possible for our next generation to carry on our legacy. We have more in common despite how we were raised. All of us want to be successful. So why do we choose to rip each other to pieces instead of building each other up? There is no competition with each other. The only competition is the time that we are wasting bullying one another.

No more wars. We must fix the domestic terrorism going on in our home before we can fix anything else.  When has a president decided to really focus on education before war? When did our past presidents spend more money on education than weapons? Don’t expect to defeat your opponent when you can't even defeat the negativity going on within your team…”

But you know what? A speech like this would work only if America was ready to vote for a Hispanic Woman in office.

-Azúcar Mind

Lonely Woman by Faith Smith

DEAR SOCIETY,                                           

SOMETIMES I SLEEP ALONE, AND NO, NOT PHYSICALLY. SOMEONE IS ALWAYS BESIDE ME, BUT MENTALLY, I BLOW WITH THE WIND. I GET LOST, I FEEL USELESS. I FEEL I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I CAVE INTO THE EXPECTATIONS OF A WOMAN: WHAT THEY SHOULD LOOK LIKE, HOW THEY SHOULD TALK, HOW THEY SHOULD WALK. I DON’T BELONG, OR AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I THINK. EVERYONE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A BREATHING CREATURE ON THIS EARTH. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A PART OF HUMAN SOCIETY. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE AN IDEA IN SOMEONE’S MIND. LIKE I’M THE UGLIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I’M A JOKE, SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T FEEL THE MEANS OF EARNING RESPECT. I LOVE TO SMILE AND LAUGH, BUT I’M FILLED WITH SO MUCH NEGATIVITY BECAUSE OF WHAT OTHERS CHOOSE TO DO TO ME. THEN AGAIN, IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT. IT’S NO ONE’S FAULT BUT MY OWN. I CHOOSE TO BE A QUIET PERSON. I CHOOSE TO BE NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, AND I GET STONES CASTED AT ME BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE THIS WAY.

IF I TELL YOU MY HAPPINESS WAS STOLEN FROM ME, I WOULD BE LYING. I GAVE IT AWAY. I LET EVERYONE TAKE MY JOY AWAY. I LET EVERYONE STUMP MY HEART IN THE GROUND, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…I DROVE AWAY PEOPLE WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME BECAUSE OF ALL THE HURT OTHERS OUTSIDE OF THEM HAVE CAUSED. I’M ANGRY, WHICH MAKES ME BECOME A LONELY WOMAN. I DRIVE EVERYONE AWAY BECAUSE I THINK EVERYONE IS ALL THE SAME. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE “PERFECT” LIKE SOCIETY SAYS. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. THEY ALL WILL SOMEDAY HURT ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. THEY ALL WILL LEAVE ME LIKE SO MANY OTHERS HAVE…THEY ALL WILL MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I DON’T HAVE A PLACE ON EARTH. LIKE I DON’T HAVE A SAY IN THIS WORLD. LIKE I SHOULDN’T HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE THE BREATH OF LIFE. LIKE I SHOULD DIE.

I HATE WAKING UP IN THE MORNINGS, BECAUSE I KNOW I’M AWAKE. I KNOW I’M NOT NUMB FROM THE PAIN. I KNOW I’M NOT ABLE TO STOP ALL THE DESTRUCTION THAT’LL SOON COME MY WAY. I ALSO HATE FALLING ASLEEP, BECAUSE I KNOW I WON’T STAY ASLEEP. I WANT TO DROWN IN MY OWN THOUGHTS. I WANT MY EMOTIONS TO CHOKE ME IN DESPAIR. I WANT TO SEE BLACKNESS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY. I WANT TO DECEASE MY PHYSICAL BEING ON HOLY GROUND AND RUN AWAY FROM ALL HUMAN KIND. I WANT TO BE GONE, BECAUSE I AM A LONELY WOMAN, AND LONELY WOMEN, BY SOCIETY, DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.

SINCERELY,

LONELY WOMAN

Untitled by Endeah Huey

I know what the problem is, she is congested. Sick with the flu, with aches and pains demolishing every blood cell that is set to fight for her. They are doomed because of her thrill to touch. They are doomed because her finger tips danced along the brim of every indulgence. She lived in the moment. No mere future or past could interpret her  captured moment. That is how her blood cells were doomed. The day when she lived in the moment and died.
But the moment was not hers. The moment did not belong to her. The moment was not meant for her. It was not meant for her the second she couldn't breath. The very second she could taste the vile and feel it in between her legs. It seemed as though it was everything she had dreamed about every night. With a teddy bear to cuddle with and a pillow to clutch on to. To her It was more than just a dream because it was meant to be lived.
So, there she was, with her moment, but never thought about what happens next,
What to do.... next. Next is such a scary word for someone who doesn't know what that means for them. It's so scary because it's an aggressive attack on the moment. It unveils everything she was comfortable with knowing. It uncovers everything she knows until she knows nothing at all. 
She lives with the flu, but something  phenomenal happens, 
The flu isn't the flu anymore, but it instead becomes encrypted into the vessels of her consciousness. It is a reminder of that moment, it will continue to live in her consciousness until her moment, is actually fulfilled.
But that is what made her, someone else. She died when she discovered that the moment, did not belong to her. It died once she realized that everyone is armed with moments and they utilize these moments to kill one another and also themselves.

I am not Sorry by Kaylia Walker

I am not sorry...

I will not apologize for my sex.

I will not feel sorry for myself that I am looked down upon.

I will not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me frown because I am not who they think I am.

I will not live up to the worlds low expectations of the women society because of their fear that I will overcome.

Instead I will prove them all wrong.

You look and see a woman whose most difficult job in life is fixing a man meals.

I look and I see a woman whose most difficult job in life is being whatever she puts her mind to.

You will not bring me down, for I am a strong independent woman regardless of what anyone says.

I am and unapologetic woman, and I am not sorry for being a woman not now, not ever.

She was asking for it by Gabrielle Gousman

She was asking for it,

Who told you to wear those short shorts?

That tight skirt?

Who told you to show all that skin?

She was asking for it,

How dare her tell me no?

Like she’s too good for me.

Wicked temptress, A modern day Eve.

She was asking for it,

She was into it,

She did it with all the others,

Whores can’t say no.

She asked for it, I’ve done nothing wrong.

I just showed her what she’s meant for.