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“I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, found out three things: First, the streets weren’t paved with gold; second, they weren’t paved at all: and third, I was expected to pave them.”- Elis Island witness

“I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold." Not just gold though, but an opportunity, to make it pass what I was born into: poverty. I've never breathed stability and riches. Only famine and dirt. I've longed for a chance to create goals, and achieve those goals. In Syria I had no goals. I couldn't make any. Everyday going about my so called life fearing whether or not my town will be bombed again.

Killings everyday. I heard there cries. I heard the cries of the church woman my father once worked with. I heard the cries of the little boy who once accidentality threw his ball in my lawn. I heard the cries of the girls who walked passed me in our towns mall. I heard their cries, and I heard the cries of those I didn't know, but I knew their struggle.

Finally I became a refugee, got a chance to escape but " when I got here, found out three things: First, the streets weren’t paved with gold" and life didn't get better. Racial discrimination everyday. "Hey you terrorist, go back to you're own country!" Social injustices everyday. "Today there was another unarmed black man gunned down by police. He was only seventeen but the cops claimed he was acting like a thug." What is it to live, when you can't live in a world that cares. In reality we are all the same. Cold and alone, never breathing true stability, never feeling riches flow between our fingers. No one cares about us, the outcasts.

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Symphony of a Battered Woman

His cold hand graced the softness of my battered skin. He was a dead man but he walked in front of my eyes. His patterns of repetitive punches flew and sorrow filled screams coming from my heart never stopped him from rotting away. He continued to be dead but I saw him well alive, as I thought the law would never capture his deviance and pull him to the morgue.

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Oh Little Annie Knows

It was a sunny day in Green Town, and the birds were chirping. Little Anne knew what she was getting herself into, but she continued to tear away at a poster taped on the light post outside. If her father knew what she was doing, he would break down.His whole future relied on the advertisement of his charity concert coming up, but she continued to tear down posters. She started in front of her moms small, two- room house, and she worked her way all the way down the block. She crossed the road and continued to work her way down, until she took down all the posters her father put up the night before.
She was just a little girl, but she understood everything when her father beat her mother. She understood when her father kicked her mother in the stomach, causing her to miscarry her little brother. She understood when her mother called the cops and her father got arrested.One thing she will never understand is why her mother choose to accept her father back into their lives. Why she decided he was a changed man when, in reality, he still beats her like he never left. As little Anne walked back two blocks she noticed a man crouched down in tears in front of the first light post.
It was her father. Hunched over like he was praying, but he was no man of God. It was ironic to Little Anne that her father of all people would be hosting a charity concert to raise money for abused women and domestic violence. What was even more ironic to her, was that someone of her age could process and understand all this information and even know what the word ironic meant.Little Anne was a smart girl and didn’t believe her father's likes like her mother did. He preyed on her mother's weaknesses every night. Every night Little Anne heard screaming coming from her parent's room.
She heard her father crying. Loud sobbing coming from his large mouth with yellow teeth."Anne," he said. "How could you do this? I know I've made my mistakes in the past but I'm trying to seek forgiveness," he exclaimed. "Your mother forgives me, Annie, why can't you do the same?" Little Anne's bottled up hatred was all released when she yelled, "because when you yell at my mother, you yell at me, when you hurt her, you hurt me!" Anne's father didn’t know what to say so he turned around and walked away. He walked down the street. After minutes of Little Anne glaring at his back, which kept moving farther into the distance, Anne was glad she couldn’t see his face and she knew he was now gone.

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But a Whimper

"This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper – T.S Eliot "

The warm sand moves with every slight jerk my feet make.

The sound of the alarm is covered

by the beauty of the growing waves in front of me.

I know not to run, for I won't get far,

This is much more than me and much more than us.

When the shore glides back I can see the glossy sea shells,

broken but still delightful, peaceful in the sand before me.

Everyone else is running but I decide to stay.

This sight is too breath taking.

Absolutely gorgeous.

I've never seen the sky tinted so elegantly maroon

with slight amber to complemented its vast abyss.

Stars near and far glisten like they're teasing my eyes.

The birds are gone, not in the sky tonight.

I wonder if they knew there would be no tomorrow?

Maybe they fleeted away with family in hopes of finding safety.

The water pulls forward and touches my toes.

I now know that

"this is the way the world ends,

this is the way the world ends,

not with a bang,

but a whimper."

Best Poems Written by Jasmin Walker

If I Had It My Way

God Shed Thy Grace On Thee

Symphony of a Battered Woman

Oh Little Annie Knows

But a Whimper