Literary Sentence of the Week

“A dream is a poem the body writes.” –Sandra Cisneros, Caramelo

Art by Ana De La Cruz Jeronimo

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Drawing by Jessica Washee

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Literary Sentence of the Week

“My mother believed that you could be anything you wanted to be in America.” –Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club

Art by Morgan Riley

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Art by Patrick Rodriguez

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Literary Sentence of the Week

“In the woods around her the invisible cricket choruses had struck up, but what she heard were the voices of the souls climbing upward into the starry field and shouting hallelujah.” –Flannery O’Connor, “Revelation”

Acceptance by Sarah Wilson

O what a beautiful word, acceptance

All women ever hoped for were rights

All women ever wanted was to be heard

All women ever needed was to be understood

All women ever desired…acceptance.

O what a beautiful word, acceptance

All women hope for is equality

All women want to be valued

All women need to be seen

All women desire…acceptance.

O what a beautiful word, acceptance

We are strong

We are equal

We desire…acceptance.

Untitled Pen and Ink on Paper by Jessica Wall

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Beauty and the Brain by Ida Darnell

Hi, they call me the Brains,

Tell me, what’s your name?

I’m called the Brains, cause I have no Beauty.

Yep, that’s me, yours turly,

Made straight A’s in High School,

And always followed the golden rule.

What, what’s that you say, they call you Judy.

No, I said they call me Beauty.

You may know what I’m speaking about,

When I ask my mama, can I go out? No!

What yo mama say, when you ask to put red stuff on yo lips?

She started to say yes once, but let it slip. No!

I ask my mama can I go on a date, be my first one,

Thought she tired of me asking, and so, go on. No!

Our mamas are women of few words; No is all we ever heard.

Daddy said more words than I wanted,

He always said, go ask yo mama.

I was sixteen when mama learned to talk,

Surprising to me she knew how to walk.

I never thought in fifty years, I would hear my mama say,

Go on child, but don’t be late, or forget, to be back at eight.