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Lately everything is just temporary. Let me say more about that. Have you ever felt like everything around you is not even worth it? Like you feel like giving up?
 Every single time drama happens, you lose one of the most important friends to you. It feels like it’s not even worth it getting your bond back with them, but at the same time, you do want them in your life, even at the worst times. I always remind myself that if I lose someone or something happens, there’s always a reason.
God always has a reason for putting someone in your life and taking them out. Even if you don’t know it, there’s always a reason why he does that. 
 I remember not long ago, I lost two of my most important friends. It was out of the blue. I had so many ups and downs with them, but I still managed to care about them, no matter what. We always used to ride out for each other. If someone was talking about one of us, the other one would stick up. We always used to come back to each other, but I feel like this time, I lost her completely. She has been my rock ever since 5th grade-- we have always been together. Yeah, we had ups and downs, but we still managed to come back to each other. But this time is different. She was right and I was wrong. I made a big mistake trusting people who she knew didn't care about me the way she does.
The one thing I admired about her was she would always tell me things straight up. Even if I got mad or sad, she was always honest. No one had ever been that honest with me the way she was. No one really had the courage to stand up and say the truth, which is why I loved her the most. 
Even after everything we went through, she will always be a reminder in my life of all the struggles I have been through with her. 
Thank God I opened my eyes and saw who my true friends were. Even the people closest to you can make you dirty. It’s alright though, I’m ok, because at the end of the day, I realized everything was fake, which is why I don’t trust anyone or have friends anymore. 
This friendship taught me that everyone's not your friend, but I’m thankful that I got to experience this. I'm glad this happened to me because I opened my eyes.
We aren't friends anymore, and I never thought I would be so happy living my life, having cool vibes with other people who I didn’t think I was going to have a good bond with.
There’s something that one of my friends told me, “If y’all never had ups and downs or arguments, y'all are not really friends.” When she told me this, I knew it was true.  Name one pair of friends in the entire history of friends who never had an argument before.   
I’ll wait. Exactly!
But I’m happy this happened to me. 

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Do you shop at Primark, H&M, Forever 21 or Zara? Do you think about where these clothes come from, or who makes them? Well, maybe you should start thinking about where your clothes come from because it is very important. The clothes from these big chain stores often come from factories outside of the United States and are made by workers who are underpaid and overworked. According to the documentary “The True Cost,” one in six people work in the global fashion industry, a majority being women, and earn less than $3 a day. 
 Today’s consumers live in a world of fast fashion. Merriam Webster dictionary defines fast fashion as the creation and marketing of fashion trends that are made cheaply and quickly available to customers. In other words, cute clothes that won’t last long. Huffington Post reports that the average person keeps their clothes for only 35 days. 
Fast fashion is not good because it leads people to throwing away a lot of their clothes because they are no longer in style or were damaged quickly. In fact, in 2016, the Huffington Post reported that the average American tosses out 81 pounds of clothing each year.
 Young people need to realize that fast fashion is harming the environment by being the second biggest polluter of clean water, according to Huffington Post. They also say, “The global cotton industry uses more pesticides than any other crop in the world.” This is something young people need to worry about so that we can change this in the future and stop harming the environment. 
When you’re out shopping, remember that stores like H&M and Primark have sustainable clothing lines. According to an article on Marie Claire, “H&M’s Conscious collection uses recycled products.” Once you no longer find your clothes “fashionable,” don’t throw them away—instead, consider donating them instead to places such as Rosie’s Place, Boomerangs, and the Goodwill Store. 

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The Voices

The anger inside me bubbles like my niece. 
The voices inside my head will always speak. 
Lead, please lead the way. 
I’ll stay with you for as long as I can stay. 
Fight my anger, yeah, that's what I do. 
But don't tell anyone, that's between me and you. 
I am the rose that grew from the concrete. 
Let me know when you are done. Then come see me.


The anger inside me is full of frustration.
The anger inside me has a question.
Do I control it or does it control me?
What about this that I didn’t see?
There’s inception with a question.
Expression, plenty more.

The Jungle

These people are salty, salty as my tears.
People say stay in your lane, but the pain keeps driving me to queer.
These voices in my head sound much like the jungle.
But that’s okay, like I say…there’s always a new day. 


Tell me why you lie to me?
Tell me do you cry for me? 
Would you die for me?
No, I can’t be here anymore, I can’t see you anymore
My tears drop down to the floor.
When I see you, I CRY.


Friends-what is that? 
Don’t know, don’t have any
Other people that be in mess, I’m pretty sure they have plenty.
They betray you, deny you and many much more.
I need no friends because I’m hard to the core.
Now cruel is the word that I should say cause all I wanna do is go in my bed and lay. 
Some people don’t understand, when you’re a savage, you don’t have friends. 
I got a messed up life, that’s how it’s always been.
Some people tell me out of spite that I don’t belong on this earth. 
I mean, what can I do, I go to church.
In these streets, you only gotta couple friends and if you don’t, its going to be hard to blend in. 
Friends, friends, friends.
Oh sorry, DiD I hurt your feelings?
You thought we were friends?
Well we’re not but I’ll lend you a hand.
I’m letting you know where I stand. 
What do you think? 
I am one of your friends…

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I’m in a museum, the art is… good. Everything on the wall is… good.  That’s what I’ve always been told at least. And that’s what art was, something that hung on a wall—only if it was good, and by “good” I mean, based on the opinions of a few specific people.
I’ve always loved to draw, since I could hold a pencil on my own. Growing up with my father who is an artist, I enjoyed drawing, but I felt that my drawings had to be “good.” I based my success on the opinion of others. I always felt I created good art but I never pushed myself to truly explore art. So my junior year, I decided to sign up for art class because it was expected of me. 
While creating my own art, just trying to get the assignments done, I began to really watch my instructor as he worked on his art. He wore a strange pair of glasses and would get very close to the artwork. Though visually impaired, his art was nothing short of spectacular from the intense colors to the amazing amount of detail. This led me to wonder how somebody who is completely blind can create visual art.
With a quick Google search, you’ll find endless links to articles and studies of blind artists. One example is Esref Armagan, born blind to a poor family in Turkey, who taught himself to write and paint. Using a Braille stylus, he was able to create vivid paintings with depth and color. He applied paint with his fingers and managed to never smudge the paint. We can see the finished product but I still wonder, how did it feel for him?
Through a study done by John M. Kennedy on, I realized that others have had the same questions. Kennedy’s study covered artists who were partially to fully blind. His study found that some see color, many have depth perception and they do feel the art. They truly experience their art. Art is an experience that should be a part of you, pouring out into your piece, feeling each motion it takes to create it. The blind can make and enjoy visual art without effort because they literally feel it. You want your viewer to feel something through your artwork; whether it is good or bad, art should strike an emotion. My teacher’s art is beautiful because you could see his experience, you can feel it.
The reason my art was just “good” all my life was because it wasn’t about the experience for me; it was to show off my skills. I wanted other people to value my work, like the paintings that hang in museums. It took watching my art teacher creating his art to truly understand the purpose of it. When you look at his art, you can see him within it, I can feel what he felt while creating it. His work may not be on those fancy museum walls, but he is a true artist because he lives his experiences with art, the way art should be.

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One day, a girl named Laura was on the bus on her way home. She was 9 years old and in the 5th grade. Everyday, this chubby white girl named Quenisha bothered her, called her names, and threw her stuff. Because this was Laura’s first year in the U.S., she trusted a kid to translate what Quenisha was telling her, but he translated wrong. Laura always felt alone. She didn't want to tell her grandma about Quenisha because her grandma wouldn't believe her. Why didn't anyone stand up for her? 
Quenisha started hitting Laura every day on the bus. The bus driver saw Quenisha  hitting Laura every day, calling her all kind of names, and throwing dirty things at her, but the bus driver didn't do anything to stop Quenisha. One day, poor Laura was mad and in such a rush that she was praying “ I don't want this girl to start bothering me today please.”  When Laura got on the bus, Quenisha was there to start hitting her and bothering her. Laura thought, “Oh God, help me.” Then Quenisha started throwing her things.
Laura was dirty when she got to her house. Her grandma said, “What happened to you?” “Grandma, there is a white chubby girl calling me immigrant, hitting me, and throwing my things on the floor,” Laura  replied. 
Later that week, when Quenisha was on the front seat of the bus waiting for Laura, Laura said patiently, “Please don't hit me. Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.” Quenisha didn't listen. She hit Laura. Then, Laura got more mad. She grabbed Quenisha’s hair and start hitting her. 
Weeks later, Quenisha’s mom went to the school to report Laura, saying Laura was bullying her daughter. But you know that is not the truth. Laura was the one getting bullied, just for being short with long hair, caramel skin, and eyes like coffee with milk. Just for being Latina. Quenisha was being racist. 

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