I Welcome you with Open Arms 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.

Sonnet by TaTyana Carter

What makes you a woman?

Don't answer I'll tell you.

We have real "value,"

To the ones we call the "man."

What makes you a woman?

When sometimes they fail you,

And they always seem to hurt you.

But you always lay your heart in their hands.

Waiting for something from them.

Awaiting the change

From the time you have given him.

But isn't it strange,

After all the time you've given him

He always stays the same.

This is my cry for HELP by Laquita Parker

Don’t try to oppress me

I am strong

I am crazed due to damage

My thoughts are dark

My heart is bright

Yet still I am tempted to strike

Emotions flow and shift

I am out of control

For what I believe conflicts with my actions

I want to speak up

I want to exhale

But I am abused by who I am

No one really sees the pain I carry

I hide from those who care

Am I scared to admit my fears

Do I hide behind blackened glass

This is my cry for help

Hear me screech my doom

Reach out to me

But do not disrespect me

Everything is tempting and yet I step back

Help is what I want

Help is what I seek

No one hears me scream

No one hears me plead

I am crying for help begging you

You walk away

Does my forever pain offend you

If I speak would you stay

This is my cry for help

But you probably didn’t listen anyway

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.

Conquer Hate by Jalen McIntosh (Modern Sonnet)

There is much hate on this Earth,

Is there a way to conquer it?

The truth is that hate has been here since its birth,

But is there a way to remove hate it by bit?

Everyday in this world we witness hate,

Rivals from coast to coast, hate comments under Facebook posts.

How to stop this hate spawns a huge debate,

Hatred is what I hate the most.

For a world without hate is very much impossible,

For peace and love cannot exist without it.

But a world where peace and love outweighs hate is plausible,

To reduce the shadows, a brighter light we must emit.

For it is conceivable, feasible, reasonable.

Allowing hate to rule us is indefeasible.

Ribbon in the Sky by Faith Smith

He loves the way the flowers bloom in the day.

He adores the way she sways with her grace.

She’s his ribbon in the sky, something almost like a lil’ hope.

He appreciates her so, and he always says, ‘that’s my golden globe.’

It never hurt anybody to appreciate this name called Woman.

He didn’t care that the stones were casted his way.

He just sat outside and watched her in his daze.

His ribbon in the sky, oh how he was amazed.

Woman always saw him from across the street.

She would roll her eyes and keep it moving with much discreet.

She hated his wandering eyes and hungered thoughts.

She knew that whatever he offered, she wouldn’t be bought.

Woman didn’t need anyone, because she was strong.

She wasn’t afraid to be the one to stand on her own.

She was indeed something a man should want.

But she knew that most didn’t deserve her flaunt.

So Woman remained his ribbon in the sky.

She never met with him, out of sight, out of mind.

She continued to stand tall and go on with life.

While Man just hoped one day she wouldn’t just be his ribbon in the sky.

Too Long by Kaylia Walker

I have been sorry for too too long. I have taken the blame for everybody's mistakes. I have forgiven the people who hurt me the most, whose cuts were the deepest wounds  I have ever seen. I have even apologized at times where my apology should not have been needed, but people do not understand that and do not realize how much I ha've sacrificed. I have put their feelings above my own, and yet something is still wrong. Nothing I do ever seems to be quite enough either I am a bad friend or a piece of dust. I have allowed so many people to cry on my shoulder yet, when my eyes were wet I had no where to run. If only they could see me for me, because honestly I'm not sorry. See I had a knife in my back when I wrote this because honestly I try too hard. I ike to see everybody smiling but sometimes just me isn't enough. See, like a friendship we have to be 50/50, because I cannot do it all on my own. I am tired of being to blame for other people's problems in fact I am tired of being a "problem" at all. How about I forget you and you forget me so next time we see one another I do not know you and you do not know me, because I am sick and tired of being everybody's scapegoat-I am no longer apologizing for anything. I have come to the conclusion that what is best for you and me is leaving me alone and leave me in my own insanity. For I do not need anymore stress, from you or anybody else, no more stress because I cause enough for myself.