Overwhelmed
by Jac Layton-Brown I’ve never been so overwhelmed before. I’ve never felt so calm yet stressed at the same time before. Things have been affecting my community, the Black Community, for so long. I feel as if I’ve become numb to it all. I’ve grown up seeing it. I’ve grown up hearing about it. I’ve grown up being afraid of it. Lately I’ve been silent. I was affected but I was silent. But once I spoke out, everything that I’ve worried about, everything that I’ve tried to inform others of, has poured out. All the pain, all the anguish, all the sadness, I feel it all. And it’s so much to feel. Jac is a Junior at Franklin High School. She is an active member of Epiphany.
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Stand Up
by Evan B. Don't let anyone take your confidence or self esteem. Don't pay them no mind-- ghost them! They're just mean and a fein. If it gets carried away, take it to the dean for her or him. Don't let anyone take your confidence or self esteem. Stand up for yourself and 'be a man.' You have to show them no weakness or fear, Like you're rock solid and no fan. Evan is a freshman. He wrote this poem as an assignment in response to the film adaptation of 'Persepolis' for his Graphic Novels & Anime class. All The Faults In The World
By Elizabeth Sack I am a star that lives above the world. I watch and I wait, and sometimes, someone looks back at me. Even during the day I am watching, and there is nothing I can not see. I have been watching since the earth was formed. I have seen continents come together and break apart. I have seen oceans cover the world. I have seen civilizations rise and fall, and I remember a time before there were humans, before there was heartbreak. But it is the times of heartbreak that are most important in history, for they are also the times when change will come. I have seen cities war against each other, seen calculated murder at the hands of criminals, seen humans shun others simply because they are different. I do not pretend to understand it, though I have seen it all. After all, the stars have many colors, white and green and red and yellow and blue, and thousands in between, and there are not any that are the same. But every star fills your night sky, and without us all the night would be empty. I think it is the same with your world. Every living thing makes the earth colorful, whole, makes life worth living. I just wish that all humans could see it. I have seen colonists come across the sea, trying to administer their rule. I have seen them go to Africa, and just because the people there looked different, they enslaved them. I have seen hunts, humans hunting animals, killing them, for no crime that I can see. I have seen trees cut down so that an already overpopulated species can continue to grow. I have seen humans treat others of their own kind less just because of their religion or the color of their skin. I have seen wars fought because of it, but the problem is still here today. I have seen police brutality, child slaves, mistreated women, hunted animals, hewn trees, world-wide wars, environmental crises. Yet for all of this, all of this hurt and hate and fear, I have seen people who rose up, people who are still rising up, to face it. Greta Thunberg, Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Mahatma Gandhi, Malala Yousafzai, Ruby Bridges, and hundreds of thousands more. And though they each fought for different things, what they fought didn’t matter nearly as much as what they changed, what they inspired, what they defied. And one of the best parts was they were all ordinary people. But they were also people who saw a fault in the world and decided to start to fix it. And maybe the faults weren’t fixed, maybe there are still cracks. Maybe there are cracks that no one has seen or tried to fix yet. But it is always darkest before the dawn, and that is when you can see the stars. Elizabeth Sack is in grade seven and goes to Samson G. Smith Middle School. She is in Newspaper Club and plays the flute. Fed Up
by Catherine Rodriguez, FHS Class of 2018 I was fed anti blackness by the sun on the shore when i was nothing but a young girl being told to embrace the shade because i wouldn't want to get too tan I wouldn't want to get black I was fed anti blackness by the boxes of relaxers that burned my scalp and my six year old tears but beauty was pain I was fed anti blackness when i told my best friend in third grade that I had a crush on our classmate and she laughed saying he was ugly because he was too black as if there was such a thing as being too beautiful my diet continues to extend into emerging adulthood continually fed anti blackness by institutional racism but even after so many stereotypes you never get used to the to the taste after being fed so much anti blackness you get fed up, full of the bullshit that wants to neglect my people from opportunities that were stolen from them from the time they were stolen to the white guy who can keep himself quiet during biology lectures but cant control his mouth from releasing the 2 syllables of “ni**a” when that song comes on who wants to scream reverse racism when I drop a comment about white people the truth must hurt I state the truth about the never extinguished oppression, just disguised oppression “you’re being racist” is the response I get when I call out their privilege as if me keeping it real is offensive it's the black people who get offended and affected by the system in which whites are the sole benefactors, a system of inequality an industry that loves to cast the black as the maid or doormen, catering to the needs of the modern day masters it hurts the chains around our necks that get tighter and tighter every time we pledge allegiance to a flag that doesn't give us freedom here's to my black kings that are too blinded by straight hair and oppositional culture to recognize their black queens that reject us because we tend to be ratchet because we ain't nothing more than some ass to look at on a campus where there ain't much to see my black king, we are here for you do not be flattered by the white girls who love to stroke your brown skin don't let them check you off as a box on their list of fetishes because while she may throw herself at you she refuses to have any ounce of black baby inside her she wants to f**k you but not support you and the ones that do want to have your baby and are willing to fetishize their lightskin children don't know how their moisturize their babies’ hair but love to show off the new standard of beauty you know the ones i'm talking about the ones who love to flex with you in pictures but go ghost as soon as a black lives matter post goes viral and the ones who are there for you the ones who fight for you who are willing to take the lashes the ones who understand you are waiting for you to recognize their worth but you don't see me how could you in a world that silences me because if I say anything that speaks against society I turn into an angry black girl how are the things that I hate most about myself my most black features affirmative action gives them a reason “you're only at cornell because they want diversity” in fact, we are more than a diversity statistic we are statistics of death I'd be damn if instead of worrying that my son become a dealer or a thug that he become a hashtag the blood only gets heavier they say history repeats itself but this history has yet to end my black king, when you sat alone on the bus because they rather stand up than to sit next to you there was a seat next to me my black king, when the class acted like they didn't hear you and the answer you offered was correct but wasn't acknowledged until a white voice repeated it I was impressed with how you computed the result so fast my black king, when you walked into class and received stares from an ocean of blue eyes I was staring too but not out of fear or disgust, but so in awe with the way you walk with your head held high in a world that doesn't love you. because in this world that doesn’t love you, I promise that I will Catherine Rodriguez is a 2018 graduate of Franklin High School, where she was a contributing member of Epiphany. She just completed her sophomore year at Cornell University. She writes under the handle of @sincerelycathy. Motivation by Jasmine Fleming I see so many horrible things going on in the world... so many people suffering in so many different countries... including our own... it makes me think: what kind of future will my generation have? This is what motivates me.. helping people. That much I am certain of.. I know there is nothing else I wish to do in my life, but make this world better.. Bring people together.. make things good. Jasmine is a sophomore at FHS. She has become an active member of Epiphany this school year. She performed this piece for the Drama Showcase. Work, Work, Work
by Ms. Meyer and Mr. Laden's bunny loving student Work, work, and more work The toughest year lingers upon you Work, work, and more work Staying up late to study hard enough for an A on your test grade Work, work, and more work Piles and piles of homework to complete Work, work, and more work Losing motivation to keep working Work, work and more work Junior year is a very hard, but important year Ms. Meyer and Mr. Laden's bunny loving student is an 11th grader at FHS who wishes to remain anonymous. A Speech on Beauty
by Abiola Babalola How many people here are on instagram or any social media sites? Okay, so how many people here follow models or should I say instagram models? If so, then how would that instagram model that you follow on instagram or any social media sites look like? From Body type, skin type; are they always wearing makeup or are they always half naked? What about when you're out and about in the world? Do you see women on billboards with the perfect smile and the perfect skin trying to promote a face wash they never used a day in their life? Or a man on the cover of a magazine with his shirt off with the perfect structure of abs looking into the sunset? The beauty industry. The media. The fame everyone strives for it. To look and act a certain way. They will get surgery to make their noses smaller, to make their waist smaller, and more just to fit the standard beauty standards. And we have the media to blame for it. The media promotes this “perfect life” or the “perfect look” that almost everyone wants to have. There are billions of people in the world and everyone looks different. No matter how many times people say that being different is unique, they are clearly wrong. Society has a set of beauty standards that makes people question their own looks. From celebrities, blogs, friends, and even to enemies, make you rethink your appearance. This standard is a definition of what the world considers being beautiful. This idea is something that mostly everyone knows about and can relate to. There is no one in this world who is exactly the same, but people still feel the need to meet this standard. Everyone has two sides to them. One side is trying to boost your self esteem with “you are perfect just the way you are”, while the other side puts you down by telling yourself “I have to change, I have to fit in.” There is always going to be that side that cares about what the world thinks and the other that could care less. According to a Yale student in her article, people have chased the ideal look for centuries; alas, this look comes and goes as trends and generations do. (Yan, 2017). This talked about how the word beautiful has changed over time. In the 1930s, the first supermodel was Lisa Fongossagrives who was the face of standard beauty, She was very skinny, was admired by many girls and was dreamt about by many boys. Girls were trying their best to lose weight and to get as skinny as the hottest models while growing up. They are thought that being bigger than a size 5 was the worst thing ever. While now, the standard beauty for our generation is to be “slim thick” or an hourglass figure. The ones responsible for this are the media, celebrities, models, and fashion designers. All of these points play a big part in the growth of the standard and how people view themselves. Everyone dreams about being the best they can in any aspect. But to achieve that goal, most people believe that one of the biggest factors is outer beauty. So, people look at celebrities and fashion designers, and believe that to be accepted, they have to look just like them. That’s when they take extreme measures to change their look because they have been influenced by the Medias’ idea of beauty. This usually used to happen for mostly women, but in recent years, the gender gap has decreased. Now, men also feel the need to look good because of the media. Abiola is a Senior who wrote this speech for Mr. DiMarco's Speech and Debate class. This particular speech means a lot to her because it shows how she feels about society. |
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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