"She..." byTania Espinosa

Its her only hope
her open window
her best way to cope
the same reaction as dope
It claims her soul
lifts her up.... and its all right
tight!
She gets high and dozes off into
her own world
thats her best friends
the one who never pretends
it makes her flow
straight out of depth of her
worries, and all her hurries....
But I care for her
Shes the other half, the
missing link of me ......
Ohhh when I stare at her
It kills me, its her sparkling
glare. So don't you dare declare her glare
She declared

"Hairs" by Tania E.

Everybody in our family has different hair. My dad's hair is like a dry, stiff mop that you stop and look with a glare. And me, my hair is obedient. It always obeys as I command. Mario's hair is thin and straight. He never needs to comb it. Luz' hair is curly--curls in your finders. And Emily, who is the youngest, has hair like a soft teddy bear.

My mom's hair is like cinnamon rolls. Sweet candy circles all curly and fluffy; therefore, she pins them and curls them in pin curls. When she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe it is the warm smell of cinnamon while you bake it, is the smell when she makes space for you on her side of the bed still warm, covered with her smell, and you sleep near her, the wind blowing outside and Daddy snoring. The snoring, the wind and Mom's hair that smells like cinnamon.