The Eagle's Call

Most Girls

Most Girls

Trisit Enbackom, Campus Editor

June 8, 2020

Most girls want a prince to be a princess, I’m a queen who needs a king. Most girls want to learn how to use makeup, I want to learn how to use complex machines. Most girls want to be pretty. I want to be smart. Most girls want to be cool. I want to be kind. Most girls are artificial. I want...

Books

Books

Trisit Enbackom, Campus Editor

June 8, 2020

I like to read, It’s as simple as that, Some people even say That I’m good at that. The words curve and shape Like never before I transform with them In all their galore. Books are out keepers of Stories, our tellers of Tales. Book are our friends, And never fail. They never abandon...

Bookworm

Bookworm

Trisit Enbackom, Campus Editor

June 8, 2020

The words glide off the page, The letters curving in ways I didn’t think possible. Is it possible to have Such wonderful things at the Tips of your fingers? The words glide off the page And into my mind, Transporting adventures Into the depths of my mind. I lose myself, submerging Into the...

Insecurities

Insecurities

Ava Rasmussen, Staff Writer

June 8, 2020

Insecurities are only in your head Insecurities are lies Insecurities will make you doubt yourself We always think about appearances and hope people like us “Will they like my clothes and my hair?” “No one really likes me, I’m only here out of pity.” “Will someone ever truly ...

From the Day

From the Day

Katie Jovanovic, Guest Writer, 8th

May 16, 2020

  From the day she was born her brain was ticking  Itching with the desire to be more Do more, see more, think more, hear more From the first moment a book was placed in front of her She was captivated, controlled, cast into calloused waters Waters that submerged her under, inh...

Masks

Masks

Alex Mertes, Guest Poet, 8th Grade

May 14, 2020

  I don't know what to do. I’m alone with hundreds around me, my Mask, my facade. The weight of a thousand stars pulls me down. This mask, so clever, no one else can see it, not as clearly as me. Everyone has their mask, mine black as night, those places not even the bright lights can light...

Being a Girl

Being a Girl

Muna Mohamud, Guest Poet, 8th Grade

May 14, 2020

  What does it mean to be a girl in society?  To live in a man's world being scolded for sitting slantingly To see countless ads screaming at her to lose the weight  Or telling her to gain it like she didn’t just puke the meals that she ate  It’s heartbreaking  To see videos of you...

Dear Grandma

Dear Grandma

Piseyposda Ith, Guest Poet, 8th Grade

May 14, 2020

  Take care of yourself, Don’t overwork, Take care of yourself, Eat well, You’re a wise owl, A blessing bird. Time flies by really fast To know that it was 4 years ago When I said goodbye, Crying as I let go of you. I remembered when you used to cook for me You always put ag...

Swimmers Have Style

Swimmers Have Style

Gwen Marcott, Sports Editor

May 14, 2020

  Swimmers have style. You wouldn’t think it, but we do.    All the best swimmers have a swagger a sass a sense of confidence. We have to.    When we wait behind the blocks, we’re writhing with nerves    The water taunts us, it ...

Butterfly Effect of Us

Butterfly Effect of Us

Amy Tong, Guest Poet, 8th Grade

May 14, 2020

I look over the prairie, Yet shocked at what I see, There is nothing in sight, in less it’s imaginary. No animals to watch carefree. No flowers to smell.   The beautiful fields had to bid farewell. How did this happen, out of the blue, Just how did everything dispel. Where ...

To Fit In

To Fit In

Katie Jovanovic, Guest Writer

May 7, 2020

Katrina let her thoughts control her, drag her down to the depths of an ocean swarming with insecurities and issues. She let the torrents drown out the gleeful chatter of Delana, her best friend. Images of herself, a thin pasty white otter, with a smile plastered on her face swam in the ocean of thoug...

Car crash

Car crash

Lyndzeahia Gardner, Staff Writer

May 4, 2020

She’s bloody He’s dead She’s running Shards of glass in her head Lights flashing Cop cars dashing  Pain running through her skull He’s cold, he numb he’s gone Her hearing going dull Broken glass through the windshield  leaving a big hole Parents screaming name...

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