Kaylee Nix
North Hall Middle School
First Place
Dance
When at a glance, it may look like a prance
But there’s more depth that goes into dance,
You need to learn the proper steps and techniques
To perform a chasse, step and leap.
A fouette appears to be an easy turn
But the move is hard to master and learn,
Bending and straightening your knees in turnout is a plie
And rising on your toes is called releve.
A flexed turned out foot is called a frappe
These are all basic moves of ballet,
Every girls dream is to go on pointe in pink shoes
After hours of practice your toes are one big bruise
Choreography is a sequence of steps and movement
That when performed in order look professional and fluent,
You dance on an 8 count that is layered with percussion
And perform a toe touch that is called a Russian.
Hip hop has moves like a mannequin, robot or you can freestyle it
There’s even a move called a coffee grinder that can end in a split,
It doesn’t matter if you are popping and locking
As long as the music and outfit are rocking
Let’s don’t forget tap and jazz
With costumes full of sequins and pizazz,
Dance has many styles and forms
And all are very fun to perform.
Alyannah Millian
North Hall Middle School
Second Place
9/11
WILL HATE BRING IT ALL BACK?
WILL IT BRING BACK ALL THE FATHERS, MOTHERS, SONS, AND DAUGHTERS?
WILL HATE MAKE US BETTER THAN THOSE WHO HATE US?
OR BRING US CLOSER TO THEM?
WILL HATE HELP US DESTROY OUR ENEMIES?
OR WILL IT LAUGH AS WE DESTROY OURSELVES?
THERE ARE THOSE WHO SAY WE DON’T KNOW WHO OUR ENEMY IS.
BUT WE DO , OUR ENEMY IS A NEIGHBORHOOD MOSQUE DEFACED BY VANDALS .
AN ARAB-AMERICAN IN FEAR OF REPRISAL.
A SCARED MUSLIM CHILD BULLIED BECAUSE SHE IS DIFFERENT.
HATE IS OUR ENEMY AND WHEN WE START TO HATE, WE HAVE LOST EVERYTHING.
HATE HAS TAKEN ENOUGH FROM US
DON’T LET IT TAKE YOU.
Lamia See Reed
DaVinci Academy
Third Place
Waiting
Life is full of happiness
Life is full of sorrow
It’s the yin and yang of life,
that leads today,
into tomorrow.
When I was 7,
I saw my dad for
the last time, I hug him
I tell him
I’ll wait
When I was 8
my little brother was born,
I held him in my arms
Beaming from ear to ear
He was asleep
I was waiting
When I was 12
I started middle school with
No smiles, no friends, only hate
They call me a witch
But through my pain,
Hope still shines,
So still, I wait
Now I’m 14
I’m still growing
Still learning
Yin and yang keep me going,
Keep me waiting
I miss my dad
I miss my grandpa, who was taken
By cancer and diabetes
I miss when there was
More yin than yang
I miss the times when
all I felt was joy
Now all I feel
Is pain
And still, I wait
I carry my family
I clean, do laundry
Cook and care for my siblings
But, above all
I wait
I work hard
do well
But it doesn’t keep at bay
The pain and tears, but I know
I must keep going
I must keep waiting
Perhaps it’s for the chance
To be a kid once again
Without responsibilities
To be free
To be happy
Maybe it’s for something more
To be valued, important
To be listened to
To be respected
To be someone
All I know
Is that I wait
Perhaps I wait
For the impossible
To be able to see my dad
Perhaps it’s to see my grandpa,
To fill this hole in my heart,
Where he once stood
But now he is gone.
But I still have hope
And I still wait
North Hall Middle School
First Place
Dance
When at a glance, it may look like a prance
But there’s more depth that goes into dance,
You need to learn the proper steps and techniques
To perform a chasse, step and leap.
A fouette appears to be an easy turn
But the move is hard to master and learn,
Bending and straightening your knees in turnout is a plie
And rising on your toes is called releve.
A flexed turned out foot is called a frappe
These are all basic moves of ballet,
Every girls dream is to go on pointe in pink shoes
After hours of practice your toes are one big bruise
Choreography is a sequence of steps and movement
That when performed in order look professional and fluent,
You dance on an 8 count that is layered with percussion
And perform a toe touch that is called a Russian.
Hip hop has moves like a mannequin, robot or you can freestyle it
There’s even a move called a coffee grinder that can end in a split,
It doesn’t matter if you are popping and locking
As long as the music and outfit are rocking
Let’s don’t forget tap and jazz
With costumes full of sequins and pizazz,
Dance has many styles and forms
And all are very fun to perform.
Alyannah Millian
North Hall Middle School
Second Place
9/11
WILL HATE BRING IT ALL BACK?
WILL IT BRING BACK ALL THE FATHERS, MOTHERS, SONS, AND DAUGHTERS?
WILL HATE MAKE US BETTER THAN THOSE WHO HATE US?
OR BRING US CLOSER TO THEM?
WILL HATE HELP US DESTROY OUR ENEMIES?
OR WILL IT LAUGH AS WE DESTROY OURSELVES?
THERE ARE THOSE WHO SAY WE DON’T KNOW WHO OUR ENEMY IS.
BUT WE DO , OUR ENEMY IS A NEIGHBORHOOD MOSQUE DEFACED BY VANDALS .
AN ARAB-AMERICAN IN FEAR OF REPRISAL.
A SCARED MUSLIM CHILD BULLIED BECAUSE SHE IS DIFFERENT.
HATE IS OUR ENEMY AND WHEN WE START TO HATE, WE HAVE LOST EVERYTHING.
HATE HAS TAKEN ENOUGH FROM US
DON’T LET IT TAKE YOU.
Lamia See Reed
DaVinci Academy
Third Place
Waiting
Life is full of happiness
Life is full of sorrow
It’s the yin and yang of life,
that leads today,
into tomorrow.
When I was 7,
I saw my dad for
the last time, I hug him
I tell him
I’ll wait
When I was 8
my little brother was born,
I held him in my arms
Beaming from ear to ear
He was asleep
I was waiting
When I was 12
I started middle school with
No smiles, no friends, only hate
They call me a witch
But through my pain,
Hope still shines,
So still, I wait
Now I’m 14
I’m still growing
Still learning
Yin and yang keep me going,
Keep me waiting
I miss my dad
I miss my grandpa, who was taken
By cancer and diabetes
I miss when there was
More yin than yang
I miss the times when
all I felt was joy
Now all I feel
Is pain
And still, I wait
I carry my family
I clean, do laundry
Cook and care for my siblings
But, above all
I wait
I work hard
do well
But it doesn’t keep at bay
The pain and tears, but I know
I must keep going
I must keep waiting
Perhaps it’s for the chance
To be a kid once again
Without responsibilities
To be free
To be happy
Maybe it’s for something more
To be valued, important
To be listened to
To be respected
To be someone
All I know
Is that I wait
Perhaps I wait
For the impossible
To be able to see my dad
Perhaps it’s to see my grandpa,
To fill this hole in my heart,
Where he once stood
But now he is gone.
But I still have hope
And I still wait