One time my family, friends and I went on a trip to the west coast of San Francisco. The days were winding down like a Jack In the Box and soon the sunny, beach days would be over and we would head back to the cold, snowy winters of Burlington Vermont. The folks we were renting from had a lemon tree in the backyard, prior to that day we have picked them off and made delicious homemade lemonade. We decided it would be good to get a few bucks each to go home with so we set up that quick and easy way to make money in movies, the lemonade stand. Business has never been so good, almost everyone who walked by had some delicious lemonade. It was in the morning so one problem was most early risers love their coffee so financially that was our biggest competitor. Then this guy with an ecsquisit Australian accent walks by. This guy was great hit find. He recognized our hard work and where we set a fair 25 cents he tipped us 25 bucks almost doubling our cash for the day.
Why do people have to pretend to be someone else, other than themselves? What’s the point wasting money on stuff that goes on your face and only last for a day just to impress someone else? Changing your style so you can fit in with others. Trying to get into the new trends. Getting social media and posting things you don’t even like. It might not be all the time, but it’s most. Getting new things to show off, that they don’t even want? Proving yourself worthy to be one of those popular kids. What’s the point for all of it? How can you live with yourself not actually being your own self? Is there a problem showing your true colors. “ Should I get this? Would she like these new pair of shoes no, but I think she would?” “ Should I send I don’t know or yes. I have to seem cool in a way, for them to like me?” “ Should I do my makeup different then usually or the same? ugh.”
This is a remarkable performance by Muslim Girls Making Change, four slam poets who are part of this community, at the Vermont chapter of the National Women's March on January 23, 2017. MGMC had an audience estimated at 14,000 in front of the Vermont State Capitol.
Five years from know I'll be Gliding through the water, breathing hard, my legs will be burning I wish I could go far with my dream My dream, a reality 5 years from know I will be living my dream I will be a division 1 swimmer, at a very smart school,Deerfield with college offers rolling in Jumping on the block like a frog a I take my mark and BEEP the horn yells The water as cold as the snow on a winter day in the middle of February the wall crawls closer I’ll be falling head over heels to flip and push off the wall The black line on the bottom of the pool yells at me telling me “you're going to win!” People screaming,yelling, and hollering I see my coach jumping up and down 5 years from know I’ll be racing against the best in high school but the best of high schools will be racing against me 5 years from know I’ll be working harder,faster, and stronger Then any thing I can imagine
Thanks to all of you brave souls who submitted work for this year's Winter Tales -- a collaboration with Vermont Stage Company where selected work is presented by actors and actresses in a night of storytelling from Dec. 6-10.
It was a difficult choice made by YWP and VSC, but congratulations to the following YWP writers whose pieces were selected to be presented by Vermont Stage Company actors as part of its annual Winter Tales shows from Dec. 6-10. Here are the selections -- made by YWP and VT Stage -- and the shows they will be presented:
On Thursday Oct 12, 27 young people came to our workshop and open mic, part of the Voices for Change Project.
We will be highlighting some of the most moving presentations over the next few weeks. And mark your calendars: These events take place every SECOND THURSDAY in collaboration with Burlington City Arts at their building on Church Street next to City Hall. Workshop with YWP Artisitc Director Rajnii Eddins: 6 p.m. Pizza: 6:45 p.,m. Open mic: 7 p.m. We will be streaming. (and improving the sound recording. sorry.)'
Nasteha is a senior at Burlington High School. This piece was written from a prompt during the workshop. As she told the audience, she wasn't feeling that good.
Commenting -- or exchanging feedback -- is an important part of the Young Writers Project community. This is where you can learn the strengths and flaws of your work or where you can get, simply, some affirmation. The exchange of feedback builds community and, frankly, it's a motivation for you. We all like to get a little feedback; it helps us keep going. HINT: You are more likely to get a comment if you give a comment to someone else on their post.
On this site, you have four circles of commenting and response:
This is the full performance of Muslim Girls Making Change at Johnson State College on Sept. 12, 2017. A great crowd -- people were sitting on the floor and standing in the back and sides of the venue. Great energy and active listening. And a powerful performance.
Poetry, exhibits, snacks. Come hear Muslim Girls Making Change, Shasparay and other young people share their poetry and stories at Our City/Our Voices, an event at Burlington City Hall Park beginning at 5:30 p.m. on Thursday July 27.
Come give these young people support -- everyone loves an audience. Cool exhibits, snacks and visual art. FREE.
If it rains, it will be in Contois Auditorium in City Hall.
Are you into performance poetry? Want to work with one of the best slam poets in the country? Don't miss this free workshop with Shasparay!
Spectrum's Multicultural Youth Program and Young Writers Project are pleased to invite you to an afternoon with Shasparay, an award-winning slam poet from Forth Worth, Texas, who will provide you a workshop experience you will not forget. Engaging, challenging and extremely talented, Shasparay will help you reach higher!
WHEN: Tuesday, July 25 from 2-4 p.m. WHERE: 191 North St., Burlington, VT in the conference room. (Ring the buzzer.) WHAT: Creating powerful performance poetry. WHAT ELSE: PIZZA! COST: FREE
I know I was supposed to write a poem yesterday because I remember pushing myself into the cage that forms between the desk & the chair and arming myself against the page with a single ballpoint pen.
But instead of writing, I pulled a sun-ripened peach from the brown paper bag that my mother had sent me in the mail & I walked barefoot around my room, juice dripping down my wrist, the first taste of peach I had this year.
So I hope you'll forgive me when I tell you that all I have to read is this page, blank except for the stains of peach juice.