ScienceFirst Place Even in a Cave, Music Can Shine Bright For it Does Not Have to Undergo the Dark Spotlight By Briana Girala In a world where you are blind all you want to do is hide Yet none of us mind, so we just stay inside Instead of hanging around the surface of the ocean blue We go ahead and roam the cave water’s through and through The sun’s rays as our main source does not reach us Leaving us in the darkness of our own shadows That always seem to surround us Some of us provide a light And it seems to shine bright Luring us in To the trap of the grimness within Where the sounds of our movements develop a harmonic chorus The song can be dreadful, yet it could be delightful This is our home Where no one is unknown Although we describe each other as flawless We know no one outside of our habitat will adore us The vibration of our nation The crescendo of familiar noises that makes up our population Makes our senses tingle as we mingle And swim in each other's tinkle Some may judge us But they can just get run over by a bus Because here everyone is family Where we will greet each other with bliss for all of eternity We rely on others, Depend on one another As we swim, we’re together And will never feel better Than we are now Where we are safe and sound Surviving with each other our whole life round until our life song has come to its coda Second Place By Amelie Morales Astonishing blue waves, Crash up against the sea, Sweet smell of a new day, Flows throughout the air, Waves have a shiny surface, Gleaming as the sunshine hits. It’s peaceful and optimistic, Like a classical ensemble, Trumpets playing in the background, Grand piano playing adagio, Marvelous, tranquil, harmonic ocean, So magnificent. The tone rises sharply, While the people come, The people slaughter, Discord, demented, dark, Debris scattered over the Earth, Departing trees and blackened sky. Skyscrapers, Blinding lights, Sea turtles harmed, Trees cut down, Buildings built, Life is like a forte, Ozone layer crippled, Crisp winters, Scorched summers. World ending, Loud, beating metronome, Dogs die, Cats die, Birds die, Sorrow surrounds. People of Miami remember, Showing respect, Showing admiration, Sharing love again, A calm sempre, Immeasurable, wondrous, and competent. Third Place By Amy Munoz Generations The day where the sun is out Children laughing, parents talking Birds singing, leaves floating in the air And clean water calmly passing by down the stream Saying hello to everyone it sees Comfort and warmth can be felt Under the sun, while laying down on the grass Adults go to work in the field While children go to school By the end of the day Girls are playing with their Dolls made out of leftover Cloth Boys are playing with their wooden cars and planes This was my Mother’s world In the mountain, where everyone can roam freely When it rains There is no sorrow Instead, you see the people dancing in the rain Showing their little jigs Their smiles light up the atmosphere Hymns can be heard every weekend Fiddles made out of cardboard and fish liner Maracas made out of plastic water bottles With small rocks from the river You can hear the Duet of the instruments From a mile away In a City Where all you can hear is cars honking Motorcycles booming There isn’t a chorus of birds when you wake up Buildings and lights interfere The grimy beach water causes a stench in the air Marine life fades away As red tide spreads People wake up early in the morning The adults go to work Kids go to school Everyone half-asleep Grief flows through everyone As the skies begin to cry People run under the nearest roof Trying not to get wet I don’t mind A change can help and make everything better Music It has its own dynamics Songs today have the same message But express it with different lyrics This is what I think because This is my generation, my music, my ocean And the most important part of all This is my Miami EnglishFirst Place
By Amelie Ise The author has decided not to publish. Second Place By Kennedy Glinn and Milena Rivero We breathe the same air! Has anyone ever told u how dumb you are? I have eyes, I have lips, I have a nose, I’m no different! Does it really matter? Why is different bad? Just because... Exactly... (turn to face each other) Your puzzled, confused... Intimidated, nervous... Don’t be afraid to be different Don’t be afraid to be bold or stand out And most certainly... Don’t let people hold you back Don’t let people close doors that lead to opportunities Don’t let people tie you down to the surface of Earth when you were meant to touch the stars Why? Why us? I am as rare and different as the rings of Saturn My emotions are colored like the beauty that is earth The strokes change in every movement And the wind gradually lifts the paintbrush as the ticking of the clock comes to the coda Everything stops, the metronome, the movement of my breath The delicate touch of the canvas and my continuous thoughts perform a duet for my ears Each star representing a character and moment Showing me that life has its troubles and giving Venus is my fear for being an outcast, looking in without a key, different from my peers, alone in despair Mercury is my anger towards my being, is there a true meaning that I just don’t understand? Jupiter is my envy to those who have more- friends, a loving family, talent, intelligence Neptune is everything I have lost, everything I had but disappeared Do you think that the sun and the moon fight each other? Do you think the moon pushes the sun down till the decrescendo fades into the cold dark night? Or do you think that they respect each other and let each other live their life in peace? Do you think that the stars try to out shine each other in the sky? Or do you think they respect that they all shine differently? Do you think that humans bully others for being different? Or do you think humans support and respect others? Do you think that it is a choice? “No” I know it is a choice A choice that everyone must make That point in your life that you have to say, “different isn’t bad” Social media, some children at iPrep, and the internet in general spreads a message of hate, Hate towards different… Hate towards strange… Hate towards unique…. Why do our Instagram feeds have to have the same color scheme? Why do our social media’s have to show the “perfect” bodies? Why do we have to have a filter on Snapchat in order to be beautiful? Why can’t we all be different as each and every planet? Let’s all be different. (We are going to change our direction we are facing every so often and will speak loudly as well as speak with our faces. Sometimes we will speak at the same time and sometimes may speak alone. Additionally, we are going to add hand movements to greatly express how we feel inside and out.) Third Place By Mia The author has decided not to publish.
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