The Vitruvian Post

The Miseducation

Janae Polk, Staff Writer

March 10, 2017

I can tell you my inspiration was Poe, Walker, Lourde But that would be a lie I can tell you that I was advanced when I was younger But that would be a lie What I can tell you, that is true, is that my ‘teachers’, my ‘mentors’, my forms of ‘guidance’ didn’t help me Struggli...

Mountain Aspects

Nile Barnes, Staff Writer

March 10, 2017

The peak. The one thing you can only hear to believe. The Very sound can bring you to tears as you know you finally made it. The peak. The very sight reflects the beauty of an open field with sprouting brown wheats and wild domestic animals running free. The only thing that you know was worth all the...

Sound

Jaden Gray, Student Contributor

March 10, 2017

Sound...   Sound is a vibration that travels through the air or another medium and can be heard when they reach a persons or animals ear.   I am...   I am the young black woman who was denied her right to vote   I am the young white supporter was who killed at ...

Matter

Erica Bentley, Staff Writer

February 16, 2017

I matter Don’t I   You matter Even if I don’t agree with you If we have the courage to think we matter   If I took the time to think about how we matter Would things change?   If people took the time to see me as human If I took the time to see our ea...

Self Black Love

Janae Polk, Staff Writer

February 16, 2017

It’s the skin, the melanin, the chocolate eyes It’s the hair, whether weave or natural It’s the ass, whether real or fake It’s the music, whether rap or R&B that brings us all together   Ain’t it a beautiful thing to be black? I’m not talking about moving from the ghetto to the ...

It’s the look in their eyes that melts my heart

Elizabeth Gonzales, 10th Grade Student Contributor

February 16, 2017

It’s the look in their eyes that melts my heart It’s as sweet as candy A different type of art It’s the memories they share You can see through their eyes Their embracing glare It’s their passionate touch That you can feel from 1,000 miles afar They are each other's hel...

Phytoplankton

Erica Bentley, Staff Writer

February 16, 2017

  Yo the name’s Phyto... Plankton that is UV Rays keep me from getting Baes Warm water is my enemy ‘Cause they cause a friend to be away from me Minerals: my best buddy They bring me up when the weather’s funny The temperature went up Early 2000s got pretty rough...

FOR THE WOMEN OF THE WOMEN’S MARCH AND BEYOND

Janae Polk, Staff Writer

February 16, 2017

We women carry the weight of the world on our backs Water Jugs Baskets of Food Babies Backpacks The burden of men   Our baskets may be filthy, but we are not Our backpacks may be a mess, but we are not Our pasts may not be pretty, but we are   Our worth is far more th...

I love spicy foods

Giovanni Ruiz, Student Contributor

January 27, 2017

I love spicy foods I'm not talking about Tabasco and hot Cheetos   I'm talking about my mom's habanero and chile de arbol salsa See in my household we put salsa on everything We’re used to the burning sensation in our tongues, the swelling of our lips, the water from our eyes, ...

A Negro’s Cry

Janae Polk, Staff Writer

January 27, 2017

It wasn’t sorrow and pain in their eyes, it was rage The shame lay beneath the eyes of the once innocent The once pure, The once saved Copper skin has always been a beauty deficiency to the bluest of eyes The dark velvet skin of my sisters and brothers will be forever incomprehensible But the bull...

Hate is for the Weak and Love is for the Strong

Nile Barnes, Staff Writer

January 27, 2017

  Hating the people that broke you is easy, and loving them is hard. Hating the the ones that robbed you of joy, and made you pull the last card. Hating the ones who hated you when you were trying to change, and hating the ones who hated you for not taking blame.   Hating the ones who walked out on you and l...

Relentless

Janae Polk, Staff Writer

December 9, 2016

Growing up misunderstood is a beautiful thing The time I spent alone, or rather the time I was left alone I thought, my mind opened like the doors of heaven I saw the light   The fright in my eyes disappeared because I finally read between the lines I pulled on my big girl pants, my s...

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