Congratulations to the winners of the 2017 Teen Tech Month
"Be the Source of Change" contest!
The Butterfly Effect - Small things can make a big difference
- by: Grace W -- URL: https://1drv.ms/w/s!ApIEtWdqY-N3aK7QHEVlZBn2tGk (March 27)
- by: Olivia P -- URL: https://www.instagram.com/p/BSHaWlhFqOq/?taken-by=olive_the_artist (March 26)
My battleships are sinking, My colors have begun to fade. The weight of the world is on me, And I feel so afraid. My life is deep in ruin, My world is crashing down. The people I know bewitched me, I am completely spellbound. Let the winds flow upon me, And guide me down the right way. Suck in all my worries, Then blow them far away. Swirl freely all around me, I can feel it's gentle whisper. It gives me the strength of typhoons, To change my life forever! So push me, and knock me down, Come at me like a thunder storm. You can be the cloud over me head, Or take a different form. But your icy gusts will do nothing, Your lightning strikes in vain. My soul is light as air, Riding freely on the winds of change! Rain, snow, hail and pour, Do what you please. I am free to fly and shake the trees, And dance with the swirling leaves. Nothing can bring me back down, What you throw at me will be rearranged. I can turn the worst blizzards into rainbows, Riding freely on the winds of change!
Submitted by: Kylie O -- on March 30
acción se llama amor en lenguajes que se estan perdiendo y no estoy hablando de extinción en la manera de animales but maybe in some offices, where snow-imprinted hands wrap gold- real gold shining won by virtue of a screaming tongue even before mouths could form words before sounds of shaking gun barrels were calling this land is mine and so shall all its treasures go to me -painted clik claking nails around the stamp in dark blue ink, wasting, gagging itself around rubber lettering: REQUEST DENIED we are once more left to rot but it takes a village to raise hell from bootprint ashes communities built from fading blood links crimson showing on our fangs because here, to pick a fight with one means to pick a fight with all there is stone moss grass earth beneath the fraying skin we are more than our broken knuckles we have become the hospitals, airports, fortresses, war, maybe later we can discuss those ethics. once the dust has settled, enemies will meet dead silenciados center to celebrate shared humanity but for now let us share this- elder hands become megaphone young legs-pillars building platforms for those who can no longer stand unidos podemos cuando el enemigo preferiría que parpadeáramos parpadeo parpadeo parpadeo nosotros desaparecimos The Children Are Our Future; let them set their own paths ablaze hand in hand, matches interlocked brighter sparks and they will say, a chorus born from power DO NOT MISTAKE MY KINDNESS FOR LACK OF STRENGTH- I AM A FOCUSED PERSON- OUR VOICES WILL BE HEARD TOGETHER
Submitted by: Nadia R -- on March 30
There is always some contention, Something people want to change. Darkness follows no dimension, Just spreads with all possible range. Something will always hurt, You will always find some pain, But we must lift up from the dirt And wash off in the rain People will always suffer, Mankind will go through life Without a single buffer Between them and all the strife. But you can be the change You can make a difference If you but believe in change, You can save the day The day was full of darkness, Yet you bring in the light Their pain was cold and artless, Yet warmth shall come to fight. Lives you can help, Pains you can fix, So that darkness never conquers, Do not listen to it's tricks!
Submitted by: Thomas G -- on March 21
Our Teen Tech Month contest has come to an end.
Thanks to all who participated!
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