Sarah Uhlman is a senior at Pennsbury High School who likes art, traveling, and watching the X-Files with her family. She’s a Hufflepuff and her favorite Broadway musical is Phantom of the Opera.
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Chloe
Sarah Uhlman is a senior at Pennsbury High School who likes art, traveling, and watching the X-Files with her family. She’s a Hufflepuff and her favorite Broadway musical is Phantom of the Opera.
God’s Light
Sarah Uhlman is a senior at Pennsbury High School who likes art, traveling, and watching the X-Files with her family. She’s a Hufflepuff and her favorite Broadway musical is Phantom of the Opera.
Sleds
Rebecca Uhlman is an 11th grader at Pennsbury High School. She likes writing, painting, and photography and adores music and old movies. Becca can’t wait to travel the world and adopt a bunch of cats someday.
Dewdrops
Rebecca Uhlman is an 11th grader at Pennsbury High School. She likes writing, painting, and photography and adores music and old movies. Becca can’t wait to travel the world and adopt a bunch of cats someday.
Cherub
Rebecca Uhlman is an 11th grader at Pennsbury High School. She likes writing, painting, and photography and adores music and old movies. Becca can’t wait to travel the world and adopt a bunch of cats someday.
Moon Headed Man
Mosadi Pearson is a tenth grader who likes to draw, write short stories and essays, create cardboard props, and play fighting games. Mosadi likes to use scientific concepts, mythology, psychological phenomenons, and old songs.
Triumph
Triumph
by Libby Kline
Victory.
The feeling of winning, even in times of great despair.
Pulling through, even when you think it not to be possible.
Defying all odds, even though you have lost hope.
Spirit.
Getting excited about the competition.
Not knowing the results, but your heart is racing.
Who will win?
Resilience.
The spirit that brought the Philadelphia we know and live to be.
Where would we be without it?
We would be lost, without anything to grab onto.
We won the Revolutionary War, yet we are still struggling through everyday battles.
“Unity is key,” they said.
“Everything will go back to normal”
But they were wrong.
They were so wrong.
We have pulled together as a city many times, and we think that is all we have.
We have more than that.
We have love, compassion, and desire.
As human beings we have the desire to be one with one another.
A desire to be unified.
We embody that spirit.
Even when we don’t know it.
There are so many amazing people from this city, and you are one of them.
We are all part of that union.
Even those who have stumbled down the wrong path.
The question is, which path will you take?
Will you fight the fight for independence?
Will you stand back and watch?
Will you die trying?
You decide.
Many cities are followers.
Not this city.
We will rise up, stronger than ever.
We are Philadelphia.
I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and was raised in Germantown. While I was living in Germantown, I was surrounded by diversity, which I loved. I enjoy doing ballet and competing in track and field. I have a younger sister and a younger brother, and I love reading.
Internal Conflict
Internal Conflict
by David Smith
The overwhelming, mentally dwelling,
Mind state is overbearing.
Sure, it looks high and mighty externally,
But internally, slowly dying.
Emotions non-complying, trying,
To ward off the thought of a love interest who is in a relationship I shattered,
I took one of the shards,
Stabbed my own heart,
Pain is my art,
I compose like Mozart,
But the vocabulary I got can’t save me.
These sick thoughts in the cranium,
The monster within, in vibranium it’s caged,
Passion lost like digging through a tar pit,
Solidified, looking into my mind.
Anger.
Lust.
Humbled feelings broke.,
My heart chokes,
Hatred flowing through my veins,
I maintain on the verge of going insane,
How many songs have I written to diss her in my bitterness,
Man that’s lame when in reality
I miss her.
David Smith is a freshman at Immaculata College.
Car Rides
Car Rides
by Zaayn Beamon
an invisible cloud enters my lungs, i take a deep breath, accepting all that it is
and will be.
it’s unfortunate that the used puffy existence calms me to a certain degree, yet it
also strains and clogs my nose.
it’s the feeling of drowning and never getting air, yet feeling as calm as ever.
two very different feelings. twisting into the air.
taking a hold of me.
car rides.
Zaayn Beamon is a freshman in high school and likes to write poetry. She also likes writing in general and lives with her family of 6 in Philadelphia, PA. She plays 5 instruments and counting.