| Ms. Bass, art teacher |
| When I heard mama's name, tears came to my eye I wish I was there, at least to stand by her side It just seems as though she was standing right here I forced myself to believe mama won't die before me, it just didn't seem fair Who took mama home? What was I supposed to do? Mama was always there for me, always helped and guided me through Without Mama, there's not another reason to live life There was such a strong connection between us her left was my right It was this voice, telling me to move on I questioned myself - where else is there to go when my soul's half gone? All I need is a piece of paper and a pen and a beat that makes the words blend in As I speak my words, I feel a needle threading my voice inside The rhythm flows up and down, so smooth, the beat tends to hide I sense the people that surround me I hear the ocean, that drowns me Sometimes the words I speak have no meaning, or better yet, no one knows what's meant My feelings are like a quilt, for the colors of which it stands has no limit There’s always a cause and an effect Words are powerful, what did you expect? Shavon Carter |
Reading Tupac
| Starry Night; Dedicated in Memory of Vincent van Gogh a creative heart, obsessed with satisfying This dormant and uncaring society u have given them Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers But 4 u there is only contempt and though u pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly this world could not accept your masterpieces from the heart So on that starry night u gave 2 us and u took away from us The one thing we never acknowledged you life. Tupac Shakur Excerpted from his book The Rose That grew From Concrete 1999 MTV Books/Pocket Books |
| McNaugher Education Center December 2003 |
Jafayla
Knox
Knox
Samantha
Hooper
Hooper
Shavon Carter