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The Work of The Bird

By Moises A. Perez

The bird works day and night,
it never stops without a fight,
it saves its life every time.

The helpless lives of a crime,
its wings clipped, but it still can fly,
Even if the winter’s dry.

It screams a battle cry, and yells “goodbye”.
To the ones it left behind,
it moves on to a friendly nest,
But knows it needs to leave for the best.

It wants to stay today,
but leaves, for it’s a monsters prey.

As for me, I will fly, fly high to the sky, I know I won’t touch the ground,
for like the bird I shall never be earthbound.

and if I do, that will be okay, for it is not the summer day,
and when the day comes, when I die, I know those who will cry,
but they will stay strong, and learn how to fly,
Like the bird in the sky, they too will say “goodbye”. To my soul that never leaves a friend behind.

For it defies man kind,
and destroys the Black Line,
for it becomes my pride,
designed by filth and from the power of the Lord,
never to be held by the cord.

For this work is the work of the bird,
let this voice be heard, for it is my soul,
calling for the broken, so they don’t burn from the coal,
that will come from the bowl.

By ChiTeen Lit Fest

Black Accountability

By Tameera Harris

The beautiful color of my skin
the poetic voice that comes from within
I credit to my ethnicity
being a black girl in Chi-city
isn’t so pretty
I have the ability to alter any public space
all thanks to the color inherited from my race
here, i have thousands of ebony brothers and sisters
so tell me why the hell do I feel out of place?
My mind is gold
my voice is sound
but that’s all disregarded
because my skin is brown
My black friends
we’re in this together
so why are you focused on bringing me down?
why are you trying to put me in the ground?
the white man we say, is all of our problems.
The truth is we just too lazy to solve em’
the truth is that we is creating more problems
by rarely debating on how we can solve em’

why should we solve them?

we complain about the feds
grittier than sand
R.I.P to my soul sister Sandra Bland
killing our brothers
woman being found dead, in cells
where are we heading jail or hell?
reality is we killing us too
homicides up to date?
93% of blacks were killed by blacks
remember that before you attack
so before you start bashing and jeering at cops
before you start screaming F the opps
remember you’re also the opposition
you have some nerve to talk in your position
GD, BD, killing each other, freely
I’m stuck in this world, free me
a tombs all that i see when i see me

How can we fix this?
i don’t want our children growing up in this world
blacks killing blacks
boys and girls

I’m telling you to stop

Remember what our ancestors did for us Rosa Parks, the back of the bus
Harriet Tubman risked her life for us
MLK had dreamed for the day
where we see ourselves as equal
and then act that way

stop killing each other
acting like fools
don’t blame the white man
cuz we killing us too.

By ChiTeen Lit Fest

Why Do I Write?


by Briana Washington

Why do I write? Writing itself was something I was never very passionate about. It started in seventh grade, when all the students in my school were required to write something and submit it to Young Authors. Most of us decided to write about personal issues, things going on in our lives, the stresses we faced in everyday school. I kept that habit, writing to vent out stress. I kept notebooks and tons of google documents of writing.

I wrote about stress, about tests, about school, about how my family annoyed me during the holidays, about the other students in my school that annoyed me. It kept me sane. I even started a literary magazine at my school. We published our own peer’s works. Their thoughts, their feelings, their opinions, all printed out for others to read. It was a wonderful feeling, understanding them (even just a little), and helping them feel like they had a voice in the school. Everyone wanted their own copy: teachers, students, staff, the endless amount of family members that demanded their own copies (I ended up taking home about ten for my family). It was really encouraging.

Then, while zoning out in my Journalism class, I spotted a flyer in our school, something about a teen literary festival in Chicago. We were ecstatic! Reading poetry, joining workshops, talking to authors about the publishing process, we wanted it all. I sent out emails asking about the event almost six months earlier than the actual time for it. I couldn’t wait to meet other writers just as passionate, and talk to the them about their feelings and emotions conveyed on paper.

I also can’t wait to meet teens just like me! Those who are the poets, the writers, the readers, the creative, the comic book fanatic. Everyone deserves and can find a cozy little spot at the festival! Please be sure to RSVP, the kick­off party is Friday, April 15 at 6 p.m. at the Harold Washington Library Center. (9th floor winter garden). And also be sure to make the actual festival Saturday, April 16 at 11 a.m. at Columbia College Chicago (be sure to RSVP)!

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