Spoken Word

Featured piece: Paper Dolls

by Ada Benson '18

We’re the kind of art Pablo Picasso strived to create.  

Freckled with imperfections, 

our spotted complexions somehow manage to give way to a smile, 

forcing the masses 

to marvel at our happiness 

because for some reason, 

only pretty girls are supposed to be happy.  

When God created us he followed a pre-planned out dot-to-dot drawing book, 

our edges sharp.  

At times leaving us alone in our own minds 

wishing for his hands to create lesions, 

because sometimes 

we get tired of these uneven shapes our bodies are forced to display, 

as if the echoed words

“love yourself” 

are enough to wash away the names that’ve been thrown our way, 

and eventually 

we get too tired to dodge them everyday, 

so we stop.  

We stop dodging the boulders being hurled in our direction 

and we’re able to see 

that we never realized, 

we’re the ones pitching these oversized pebbles.  

We’ve become so used to finding the flaws in someone else 

that it became impossible to tell who we were picking apart anymore, 

because we’re all made up of the same skin, 

the same kin.  

and no one ever told us 

that after picking ourselves apart, 

after gripping each flaw 

and laying it down in front of us atop the ground we stand on, 

would we finally realize 

that God used up all the glue 

back when he forged our limbs to our spine, 

and our spine to our minds 

that would someday betray all this beauty we blindly haul around.  

So here we are, 

paper dolls of people 

dragging around our crumpled paper hearts on leashes. 

Because if we let them roam free, 

they’d run away, 

they’d run away from you and me 

and from anyone else who’s ever pelted themselves 

with these oversized pebbles. 

But just this once 

I’ll let you in on a secret.  

You don’t need glue 

to re-assemble 

all these monumental flaws, 

just a love for yourself sticky enough to hold your parts in place 

long enough for your heart to take over the mending job.    

A Message to My Generation

by Holly Hoffbauer '19

What most of us don’t understand, is life isn’t a channel you can change on a whim. We can’t just pick up a remote and, click, click. As if it’s some magic trick. Expecting the problems that plague our world to disappear, just as a magician makes a coin vanish into thin air. Today it is so easy to become preoccupied with netflix, snapchat, youtube, even games like flappy bird. Thats absurd! That we are living in superficial bliss because of our ignorance. Isn’t it strange how we’d much rather be entertained by people like Kanye and Lil’ Wayne. We’d like to think we live in this perfect world. We’d like to think children didn’t go hungry every night, that bombs weren't bursting bright, that CO2 levels weren’t reaching new heights. It’s like our motto has become out of sight, out of mind. We have become a nation that turns a blind eye to the issues. Issues that will not go away. Not without change.

 

Change. We are the change that we seek. But we’re weak. We let others tell us what to think, what to do, what to say, what to dream. We listen to the lies and let them grow like a weed. Maybe I need to bring you up to speed. God has planted his seed in each and every one of us. So that you would know you are more than the amount of likes you get on instagram. More than the grade you got on your last exam. And yet we look in the mirror and instead of seeing who God created us to be, we see who the world tells us we are.

 

In 6th grade, I had a friend who tried to commit suicide.I remember it was during P.E. she told us how she had counted, one, two, three… And had hoped that her homemade noose would finally lose her from despair. She told me how it seemed like no one cared. How her life had become a living nightmare. How had we… No, how had I, let her pass me by so many times. Invisible.

Her pain completely unseen, her scars hidden by countless bracelets. One for the time someone told her she was ugly. One for the time she was beat up at school. One for the time someone texted her, “Kill yourself.” Something has got to change! Today suicide has become the 3rd leading cause of death for 15 to 24-year-olds. And for every teen who takes his or her own life, 100 to 200 of their peers attempts suicide. Which means nearly 500,000 to one million young people attempt suicide each year.

 

They think, I’m not good enough or smart enough, fast enough or strong enough. I’m not beautiful enough. Well, maybe enough is enough! You are enough. It’s time that my generation shakes off the chains that keep them from coming to the realization that they have a purpose. That you aren't worthless. We cannot afford to be conformed to this world, but rather we must be transformed by the renewing of our mind. And when you finally believe in yourself, that’s when the change begins to happen.

 

Did you know God has called you and me to be the light of the world? A city, set on an hill, that cannot be hid. Men do not light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick, so that it gives light unto all that are in the house. So let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works. You can start in your own home, at the grocery store, at school. Anytime. Anywhere. So I propose, we start today. Let’s be the change. Let’s be the a generation that is kinder, ready to set the example, and ready to make a difference even when no one's watching. Let’s be remembered as the generation that believed in ourselves, instead of being that generation that was all about themselves. The only question left is, who will you choose to be?

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