My Mother

I remembered momma, I told you how I wanted hands

and a simile just like yours because  

Your hands are strong enough hold mountains.

You have carried oceanic trenches filled with sorrows

between your palms

yet they never once shook

Momma your simile creates the laugh lines that form the bridges

that brings our family together

Now I may never may never know

how many of your demons are still clinging to your

fingers, but I still see the angels

you now hold

I still see the beauty in your

Imperfections. You are still what it means to home.

If Your hands are still holding together then they have

held no small mountains, they still keep the monsters at


Herstory: Strength

She is from a broken home in a broken time. 

She is from the row home in Port Richmond where much does not happen on the outside. 

She is from taunting, teasing and terrorizing. 

She is from love. 

She is from strength.

She is from  hard work, and totem poles of achievements that could never be hers. 

She is from a job that never pays as much as men below her own ranking. 

She is from broken times to shattered times. 

She is from prosperity. 

She is from not letting others get to her, and doing what she knows how to do. 

She is from working her hardest. 

She is from strength. 

HerStory Poem

She is from hand me down coats, bobos and Red’s Hoagies.

She is from  the two story house on the corner of Carpenter Street

She is from teaching, managing, and training, and graduating from IUP and Temple with her own funds

She is from Crab feasts and loud laughter, from Val and Sam, the Lawrences.

She is from the selflessness and determination.

From providing for herself and doing EVERYTHING on her own.

She is from bible study  and early morning sunday school.

She is from Newark, New Jersey, but raised in South Philly, with a strong pepsi and butter popcorn in hand.

From the “good child” who always had to help her siblings out of trouble, the one who may have cared “too much”.

She is from being scared hiding in the closet, the nervous middle sister

She is the woman to be the first to graduate from college in the family

She is the woman I aspire to be at least half as great as

She’s my mommy!

Herstory Poem: "Shell"

Her name is Michelle,

But call her Shell.

She is from the red brick row home

On the top of the hill

In Roxborough,

The town of generations.

Her sanctuary from harsh reality.

She is from the accounting department

Where she does her boss’ job

And he takes all of the credit.

But she perseveres to take care me

And show me how hard being a working woman can be.

She is from the amalgamation of unheard voices

Who are silent for the sake of themselves

And their families.

Who see the injustice

But do not have the means to fight it.

Herstory Poem:

She is from strength and beauty

She is from Brooklyn, New York

She traveled to start her own life in Philadelphia

She is from balancing her first born and still going to school

She is the child of Ruth and Robert Watson

She is from wise people

Who believe in Christian Faith and know that god is forgiving and we are thankful

She is from the projects where you had to be aware of your surroundings

She has traveled many places and faced many hardships

To now be a mother of two and married with a PhD

She is from power, love, care, dedication, and intelligence

She is my mother

Herstory Poem

She is from hairbrushes, from Dove, and nail polish.
She is from cold, unjust places.
She is from teaching, and hard work.
She is from family dinners, and unwelcoming walls.
She is from smiles and laughs.
From equality and injustice.
She is from christianity.
She is from Illinois.
She is from bravery.

Herstory Poem

She is from compassion, and beauty.

She is from the sweet, familiar streets of North Philly.

She is from teaching, and long grueling nights at St. Joe’s, while she was raising a family.

She is from love and life and respect

From Nelia and Roland Thompson.

She is from the strong and honorable .

From the kitchen of 1952 and the boudoir of injustice.

She is from the Christian faith. Trusting in a fair and forgiving God. One that sees all his children as equals.

She is from easy streets of Logan , where people cared and looked after one another.

From the hard working black family that strived for nothing less than success, the family that valued education for all it’s children. Willing to sacrifice to help one another succeed.

She is from love, devotion, intelligence and strength.

Herstory Poem

She is from homes, from tiny one room houses in the middle of nowhere, row-homes in the bustling city, condominiums in the insignificant but not so insignificant towns.

She is from the small, quiet, backwater town.

She is from Nurses, and the hours of hard work at school then more work at home

She is from half  birthdays and one sided dimpled faces, from Gretchen and Bambi and Trevor.

She is from the Dedicated and Fun-loving.

From girls can do anything and girls should wear appropriate clothing.

She is from christianity. Going to church every Sunday, rain or shine. Holding on to her beliefs like a lifeline.

She is from Mississippi and back breaking work, grits and bacon.

She is from New Jersey, Florida, Philadelphia. Places she followed those she loved so she could catch them if the fell.

Free Verse about my Grandmother

My Grandmother, who I call Granna

Grew up Virginia, and has many brothers

She had a lot responisiblity as young girl

She was a single mother, and raised my mom and uncle

To my surprise, she has not experienced sexism

She also doesn’t know people who really dealt with serious sexism

Very interesting opinions she has about gender

She believes that boys and girls should be raised equally

That they should not be raised based on stereotypes

She believes women have gained a lot, but have more to gain

Like equal pay

She accepts the LGBT community

Including transgender and gender non-conforming people

She has lived a great life

And raised 2 wonderful children

And has 4 grandchildren

She believes in God, but has no particular religion

She is very against inequality

This is my Granna

Herstory Poem

She is from the intelligent and crafty.

She is from an Irish Catholic family. Torn between church and science.

She is from Philly and Ireland

She is working, a young mother, uninhibited by the gender boundaries other provide.

She is unbothered, unfazed, and uninterested. 

She isn't held back. 

She is my mother.

She is by Crystal Taylor

She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother

She wonders if she will ever have the same rights/ opportunities as men

She hears the laughter of men and women constantly throw themselves at them

She sees the world constantly changing around her

She wants for her husband to still be here with her, so she won’t feel so alone

She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother

She pretends to be a basketball star, but knows it won’t happen because she’s supposed to be a “lady”

She feels like wearing sweatpants, but doesn’t because she knows her mom would give her hell

She touches her rough, gray hair and wishes it was longer

She worries about if her daughter, my aunt, will have to struggle how she did

She cries when she she finds out her son got divorced, it was never in the plan

She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother

She understands that women and men will never be equal

She says things like “If women were to listen to men, I bet you more marriages would last”

She dreams about her entire family being together again

She tries to make her grandchildren have the same views that she does, but it just won’t ever happen

She hopes that men will continue to be superior, which I will never understand

She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother

Media Fluency- Alyssa Eastwood

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I choose to design my slide like this because I feel strongly about my friends. I decided to put most but not all of my close friends in it because I think they should be appreciated. I choose to design it this way because my friends literally make me. Without them I wouldn't be me. When I was thinking of what to do the first thing that came to mind is friends because they are so special to me. Also I put " MY LIFE " in the top left corner because they are my life. I also put the emojis because who doesn't like emojis. I always use them with my friends so its something that symbolizes that.  

Herstory by Imani Weeks

It was never about us 
Us girls that dreamed to be something 
Dreaming of a fairytale, wearing bright colors, and playing with dolls 
People saw us as nothing.

It was never about us
Nobody pushed us to further our education
To change the world for the better
We fought against discrimination 
We went unnoticed 
Because it was never about us
Jobs didn't come as easy 
Promotions didn't come by being the best 
Working hard didn't matter
We were seen as weak, emotional and domestic
It need to start being about us 

Zoey Tweh Tech Me Mag Billboard

me mag swag

Color: I love purple so the microphone is purple and everything else kind of stuck with the red, black, and yellows from the background picture. I also put in white to be bold and kind of elegant.

Size: I made the fonts 36 to be large and legible for the pyramids. Cinematography is also size 36 font but not in Georgia font instead POiret One to appear a little bigger and appear almost as creative and sophisticated as the art form itself. My name is the biggest its size 92 and Poiret font to appear important and structured but not so that its Times New Roman. The Italian at the end translating to the art of cooking is size 48 in Corsiva font because it should be big since my background and my passions include food. This word should be treated as it is valued so it is large and elegant.

Words as Shapes: As said before often while coinciding with words represent what they meant. I tried to not only capture the definition of the word but what it means to me.  The two pyramids are like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, what I value separated by priority. To the right are my relationship essentials. Those are things I take very seriously but also can be very fun and free so Georgia font finds the best meat in the middle font and also coincides with the pyramids showing which relationship is most prioritized. To the left is the more hobby related pyramid which I made upside down to do something a little different with the readers eyes as well in Poiret One font because it's a little more creative. I made sure that the Cloud society is going along with the “fluffy” cloud so I made it also Poiret One font in a burgundy color to blend with the cloud. Cinematography comes across is almost like a stamp on the skillet which is how I feel about myself.

Repetition: I mostly played with repetition in color using the same colors in the skillet and macaroni in the colors of the words. As well in the Stanford logo to keep a consistent theme and make sure most of the aspects blended.

Worry About It: I mainly for this one just edited and edited looking at the piece in presentation form and trying too look at it as if I were an audience member. As well checking over the rules.

Stay Active, Be Healthy

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I learned from my peers that my wording wasn't aligned properly. I also learned that I should not include images of food since my phrase includes the words "Stay Active", which have nothing to do with eating or food in general. The last thing I learned from my peers was making the background more dull to have brightly colored pictures.

I made the changes to my slide because I wanted to demonstrate how I can learn quickly and readjust the things that aren't that well thought of. I also wanted to show my peers that I take in to consideration the suggestions that they had up to offer. Lastly, I wanted to show how I am capable of exceeding expectations on this slide overall.

Political Literacy

A New Literacy

57% of the citizens in the United States failed to vote at the last presidential election. Our country has survived for more than 200 years under one government tipped the balance in world wars, became a superpower, , and  carried its citizens  to space and the moon. Now the nation stands its annual gross product in debt (USA today), it’s congress so divided that it was necessary to shut down the government to reach a compromise,  however the most troubling by far is so few are calling for compromise.

While these various governmental problems seem trivial now personal experience has impressed how bad similar democratic systems can become. After leaving the airport and heading for the small mission, the failure of this democracy was clear. From every corner shined one of the electees bright smiles the posters promising change just like the last president had (He had been convicted with corruption charges).  His replacements promising change just like he once had, but each failing to bring food  to children lived in the slums hair streaking red from malnutrition, and development stunted as they grew up to raise their children in the same cycle of poverty. A guard shotgun and body armor protected a coke tuck as soda was carted into a large Mc'Donalds.  I realized how much we take for granted, not just our wealth, safety, and freedom, but the foresight that  great americans and their supporters in the past had poured into our country. 

Foresight was what made this system great, predicting the causes of corruption and power. Trusting future generations to act as they had, the branches were given the power to place us into debt, change the core of the system, and . This trust has often proven deserved with the louisiana purchase, the accomplishments of NASA, the emancipation proclamation, and the prevention of NAZI domination. 

The problems facing our country lie in populations political ineptness. Once it was considered below politicians to campaign. The public believed that they would make decisions on what candidates did, not who they recognized. The solutions are simple even if determine who’s right is impossible. I remember the first political debate I ever watched. My social studies teacher had decided that we would all watch the debate take notes and talk about in class. I sat their and watched the most powerful man in the world and his opponent bicker like children while the poor moderator tried to tell them their time was up. My dad yelled at the TV when he didn't like something and I took notes. I came to class the next day  believing I held the answers to everything. My teacher had us divide into parties and support what we noticed. I came forward on the and presented what had to be stonewalled argument undeniable,  unbreakable, and enduring. My teacher tore through this once unbreakable wall with the momentum of an army tank. I suspect that she would lose with similar humiliation to a congressional candidate (though I can’t be certain she is very sharp). 

The nation needs a new type of political literacy, not the memorization of the thousands of arguments to support their side but the ability to logically prioritize.

The best example is national debt the issue that sent congress into shutdown. I personally detest the raising of the debt ceiling, the idiotic things that both parties do to justify spending. The Democrats promoting the massive bureaucracy social security, welfare, and medicare programs. They have come to believe that you give away money when in debt. They refuse to make the hard choices and leave people to suffer, refusing to realise that these “poor americans” in this failing “capitalist” society many of these people are many times richer than the world average 1500 dollars a month. Help those who are starving and homeless children, however our system has made even our poor people wealthy and we must preserve it. The republicans are hypocrites claiming that debt must be eliminated however when chopping time comes the military must be spared because the protect and secure America. I have two points, from who, and the fact that America began it’s history defeating the world's greatest military force as a loose assembly of semi-settled colonies.

This is my new stone wall arguement that I support just as strongly as the one I once did in school. The truth is much to complicated to unravel (when was the last time someone changed parties while in office?), however I am a strong believer in the famous saying “A good compromise leaves everyone unhappy.” Smart, intelligent, and good people lay on both side of the party line it is time for the American People to understand that it is time to create change using more than political majorities. While I lack political expertise finding a good compromise is simply the middle ground. Here’s what I propose for national debt:

Democrats get
Higher taxes on the rich
Military cuts 50%
Guns legalized.
Republicans get
Magazine size limited to 5 for rifles 10 for pistols. Pull trigger once, one bullet comes out.
Debt ceiling set
Massive cuts to welfare, and medicare 75%

This would lead both parties angry and seems to be a fair compromise. The actual conclusions could be much different but we need to understand the importance of taking steps to fix the problems. 
`The middle ground will take people with the ability to  comprehend the severity of problems. The example is the ridiculous responses to Ebola, people just saw the news report and created a national sensation. The truth was the disease could never efficiently grow and spread on American soil, drugs, no blood to blood contact, and good medical care would stop the disease in it’s track.
This leads to my  final point the ability to create good compromises, the citizens and congressmen have to prioritize. The ability to quote the hundreds of statistics pushing your side and “proving” your point, this has only resulted in government shut-down and party wars. Instead of focusing on who is right and who is wrong, the new political literacy needs to determine what matters and find a middle ground on those issues. 

Diamond Poem

Soy Lauryn

A veces me encanta escuchar música

           divertida y simpática

              No soy ni baja

                 ni aburrida

                   yo soy!


Her Era Poem: The Interview With My Mom

My mom is Myracherisse, born to Peggy King. In Philadelphia, with 2 brothers and one sister. She’s the baby of the family and was born in the 60s. Sagittarius is her zodiac and she always felt a bit of a drawback.

Being an African-American female, her life was never a fairytale. The impact of race always brought her into a debate but being a girl she felt like it was necessary to always have a ponytail.

Wearing light colors and skirts never could she ever go and play in the dirt. Keeping a job was something she said was difficult so she tried to stay biblical.

The same could apply for education, hand and hand it was highly complicated. Her opinion on treatment between genders aren’t like my generation. She thinks it’s so much unnecessary, extra complication.

Her views are common old stereotypes but I guess that’s because they never went out of the box. She’s understanding and still insightful.

She just doesn't know anything about these titles. The definitions of gender and sex and how they are more in-depth. All she knows is boy and girl -- nothing less. Nothing more until I taught her about them, them their and theirs. Her eyes opened wide as if she saw THE light.

She said okay that should be in a book, I shook my head and agreed with a look.

The World From Her Perspective

Free Verse; The Interview From my Gmom

“There’s different strokes for different folks...”

A piece that she can never forget.

Her world, different from ours

From discrimination to segregation

From a time where 2 genders existed

Her life, one who’s expected to know how to care

While the other side knew to protect

Her eyes seized what the world threw at her

Her eyes gasping at what she found

Bodies paving the streets,

Screams swallowing her mind,

Her sisters crying for help,

But not all could be satisfied.

It was her world

She learned to live through it the best way that she could

She learned to toughen up to take what she could

Just anything else,

That was the job of her family

New Slide, Kendall


I learned from my peers that the font was hard to read, the picture was blurry,had to fix the heart, and add more things to the slide. With this information I changed the font from corsiva to abel to make it easier to read. Then I centered the words a little more in the heart but still had it bleed off the slide. Also I found a way to not have the image blurry and added the thought bubble for the cat to add more things to the slide to make it feel less empty. To finish it off I angled the heart towards the cat to direct your eye to the cat.

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Becoming ME! (Remastered) By Sean DeSilva


Receiving a lot of constructive criticism improved my perspective on how my slide should be presented. Before, I really did not know how to describe my slide to the audience. But now, having a better understanding of contrast, how colors can collide, catching someone's attention and the three dimensions to a slide made me feel more confident as I "remastered' my slide from its previous state. The point I wanted to get across when I was presenting my previous slide was not so clear and I wasn't able to explain it since I had to describe/explain my slide and not tell a story to the class. Since I re-visited my previous slide, I am confident that with the revision, I am able to explain to the audience my journey through the perspective of the slide. Throughout the critique, I learned that not all audiences want and or need bright colors to get their eye. Sometimes something as basic as a black and white picture can interest and grab the audience's attention. The main reason why I made these specific changes to my slide were to be able to present the slide in a clear and informative manner. With some font and color adjustments my slide is now ready and remastered!


Poema-Ahmed Ahmed

                                                Me nombre es Ahmed
                                                     Tengo 15 anos
                                     Soy de Sudan pero vivo en Filadelfia
                                                     Soy delgado
                                                   Me gusta nadar
                                             No me gusta nada leer
                                                    Como eres tu?