Poem
By: DJ Vogue

I have never been too tolerant of the idea of change.
Change for my family has been an adventurous journey.
Change has led me to America.
Change has forced me to become a better person, more independent, more confident of my dreams.
Change has caused me to become a better writer.
Change has caused me to become an advocate for myself and for students with disabilities.
Change has led me to opportunities in the government.
Change has led me to friends.
Change has allowed me to be free.
Change has led me to swim.
Change gave me opportunities.
Change has led me to believe that life is beautiful.
Change gave me a chance at being who I am.
Change forced me to count on people, to put my trust in my family.
Change has made me believe in faith.
 With change I enter, and change I will leave with.


Without being able to express your view, you become hollow.
You begin to lose your soul and you wither away.
Writing has become a salvation, for me.
It has become become my groundbreaking moment in my self discovery process.
It is not something that is taught.
You can be taught how to write better but after that it become your own roller coaster.
You learn as you go.

There are many things I wish to tell about hands. I could tell how they move, they bend, and how they live. But there are different types of hands. Each hand is a different color, disfiguration, age, and life. Some hands have visible veins. Some have not. Some are beautiful. Some are not. Each way they move, they tell a different story.


Hands
A lifeless thing that moves you
It leads you places
It is a compass to locations
It is a body part that is so important
As important as day and night
Hands make you feel
Life breathes through the hands
They come alive once they are spoken to
The fingers move as they are called upon
The strangest thing is they are alive
Nothing holds it back
They cant be stopped
Hands are like a soul
They need to be kept warm
Hands, they are like a soul to the body
As the night draws near, the hands unveil the blanket of light. Then the stars appear and it appears to be night.


But the story of my hands is different. They are different and by this my hands have taken a shape much different than others. I wish I could tell how proud I am of them or that I love them. But at times, it is not so. Of all the things I could be proud of, I am proud of my hands.

Future in Hand
walking to places I dare not say
I wish I were a fish floating in the sea
I wish I were a bird flying to its destination
But I am just a girl with dreams uncertain of
With the future in hand

Posted 3/23/10

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Recipe
By:  DJ Cupcake

Mourning Glory Muffins

• 1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
• 1-1/4 cups sugar
• 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 2 cups grated carrots
• 1 apple - peeled, cored, and chopped
• 1 cup raisins
• 1 egg
• 2 egg whites
• 1/2 cup apple butter
• 1/4 cup vegetable oil
• 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
• 2 tablespoons chopped walnuts
• 2 tablespoons toasted wheat germ

Cooking Instructions

• Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Lightly oil 18 muffin cups, or coat with nonstick cooking spray.
• In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, egg whites, apple butter, oil and vanilla.
• In a large bowl, stir together flours, sugar, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir in carrots, apples and raisins. Stir in apple butter mixture until just moistened. Spoon the batter into the prepared muffin cups, filling them about 3/4 full.
• In a small bowl, combine walnuts and wheat germ; sprinkle over the muffin tops.

from: http://recipes.kaboose.com/morning-glory-muffins.html

Posted 3/11/10

Poem
By:DJ GiGi

Diamonds, just like Diamonds,
They came rushing down,
Jewels, full-colored Jewels
From every perspective,
Nothing to far to reach,
Cut my fingers with endless grasps.

Oh, if only I could...
Have the value sown in my head at the time
Just the value made known by others.

Fruit, sweet, flavor, filled juicy, Fruit
Growing all around me,
Teas, warming the inside of me Teas,
Soaking your soul in me,
How could I ever take the heart away,
From the sweetness and the brewing,
That soaks in the warm and never the cold.

Fences, dark- tall Fences
Ivy along the lines- perching haunted gasps
Trains, Speeding fast bullet Trains,
Flashing tunnel lights, hurdling over bridges
Way to fast to tell if it’s new or old,
To see what the roads and the tracks, for it is beauty.

Bridges, far and narrow Bridges,
New and well walked, trips, our mistakes
Fires burning- blaring fires,
Smoking clarity,
Causing shaky hands,
Full of willing and reaching.

The Fences hold back the Fruit,
The Diamonds have been crushed by the Trains,
The Jewels have been dropped off the Bridges,
Fires have burned the Teas,
We’ve drank as we please,
walked drunkenly over bridges,
Blinded by collisions of trains and the glares of jewelry; to beautiful to understand.

Posted 3/23/10

Poem
By: Jaf aka El Jefe

Woman

I was birthed by a woman
I was raised by a woman
Why do people misbehave by the women
We need to uphold and praise our women

Workplace equality
Wage equality
Education equality
Overall equallity

Without woman there would be no man
Without no women there would no women
Without women there would be no children
Without women there would be no humanity
Without women there would be nothing

The tallest of tall
The shortest of short
The best of the best

Woman

Posted 3/23/10