A Real King by Kaylia Walker

Maybe my skin is a little too dark for your taste, maybe my hair is a little too big to fit your liking, maybe my crooks and curves isn't in the exact place that pleases you but who are you to judge me? See I am a queen fit for any king no matter race or religion but you, you are not a real king because a real king doesn't judge the young queens of the world based off her physical a real king thinks about her spiritual. A real king doesn't see her race as a problem nor a situation that has to be "fixed" A real king is mindless too the darkness of his queen because a real king knows that what Tupac Skakur said is true that "the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice and the darker the flesh the deeper the roots" so if you're not a real king, what are you?

To the Woman Who Got it Wrong by Gabrielle Gousman

Dear Woman,

What is your problem?

Who taught you that your only purpose

Is to please ‘the Man’?

Was it your mother and her mother before her?

Were you brainwashed by society?

Or maybe you learned from all the men in your life.

Dear Woman,

Who told you you only matter when you look ‘attractive’?

That you can only be heard with your clothes off?

That your privates are the best part of you?

Dear Woman,

Who taught you to be seen and not heard?

To shrink into yourself until you’re almost not there at all?

Who taught you not to take up His space too much?

Dear Woman,

Who taught you not to love yourself?

Who taught you not to take solidarity in other women?

That loving another woman, even loving yourself,

Is wrong.

I was taught that He is the problem.

That Man is the enemy and Women are saviors.

I was taught by the women before me.

I was taught Sisterhood,

Self-love,

Love of woman kind.

I was taught the bitterness of a woman to a man.

Dear Woman,

Which one of us got it wrong?

Trapped by Faith Smith

     Sometimes you never know what you’re up against. Being a girl, a young girl in society, I’m held to a lot of expectations. Straight hair, light skin, slim waist, beautiful face. I drown in the thoughts that trap me from what is on the outside of an individual. I choke on the burdens of being considered a “phenomenal woman.” I am depressed. I tip toe across the edge of the suicide we call society. I’m not considered human. I am not normal. I am not what I’m supposed to be—an American with pride. Instead, I curse myself into the nightmares of being me. I blame myself for being a part of a world that doesn’t need me

Dear America by Gabrielle Gousman

Dear America,

Why can’t you hear me? Why can’t you see me? Why is it that every time I speak you seem to think you talk over me? Or ignore me altogether? Do you think I’m not good enough? Or that you’re better than me? Why? You live in a country that was built off the backs of my people. Those pretty southern mansions that you call “family manors” were built by my ancestors. Are you afraid that if you acknowledge my power it’ll lessen your’s? Are you afraid that I’ll take over? Afraid that one day I, a strong black woman, will run this little country of your’s? Is that why you make “colorblind”, so that they won’t acknowledge people of color, people like me? No, that can’t be it. Because, you see, ignore your own kind. Your white men go out and run this country while you leave your women unheard and ignored. But at least they exist, in this country not only am I not heard but I am not real. To be a black woman in America is to be magic, but it also to be the one that no one sees.

From,

A Black Woman In America

I Welcome You by Kaylia Walker

Welcome to my laboratory, where I keep my eldest secrets, a place that knows more about me then I know myself, welcome to the place that holds my self doubts and the place who remembers every single flaw apart of me, welcome to the place that holds my insecurities, the place that reminds me that even though I am in America, the land of the free me myself has limited freedom,  to the place where people words haunts me, the place that has no boundaries, welcome to the place that picks me apart inch by inch and show the raw form of me, the place that always lets me know that I am a female in the dark who's scared to really glow not because of what people questions, comments or concerns might be but simply because I am a female and supposedly, according to society I am not allowed to break from my strict role, welcome to my mind, where I can never forget, welcome to my cell where I can never escape, I welcome you with open arms to see where the hatred for my gender lives, I welcome you into my own personalized hell.

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