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Skipping Stones
Vol. 20, no. 4
September -- October, 2008

ISSN: 0899-529X

Skipping Stones, Volume 20, Issue 4, September-October, 2008
Cover "Nul-Tyeeh-Gee" by Stella Tu, 14

The 2008 Youth Honor Awards! Cover

  • Na'au School Students, Hawai'i
  • Global warming, climate change & birds of Florida by Mel Goss, 13, Florida
  • Life in Hope of Freedom by Smita Jain, 12, Illinois
  • Multicultural Understanding by Katie Grosser, 17, Germany
  • A Spiritual Salon by Kashi Goyal, 17, Ohio
  • Color by Amina M. Blyden, 11, Washington
  • The Best of All Worlds: Multicultural Teens by Alicia Robinson, 17, Guatemala
  • My Quest: Searching for My Greek Soul by Alexandra Stephens, 15, Georgia
  • Describe Them by Amber Kern, 12, California
  • Noteworthy Entries! I Wish! • On the Other Side of the Line • The Wind • The Wise Oak • Across the Pacific • Feed Yard Cruelty
  • Made in Thailand: Chiang Mai's Sunday Market
  • Twenty Is a Charm!
  • Growing up with Spiritual and Cultural Values
  • Hope Diamond
  • My Kasiisi: Memories of our Sister School in Uganda
  • Run for Joy: It will soon be Raining!
  • Somethin' Else Street
  • Ask Nana Jean! About Biracial Identity
  • Feel The Beat: Deaf Awareness through Dance
  • Lifelong Friendship: Una amistad infinita
  • The Income Ladder & Wealth Divide:
  • Cienfuegos: Living in the dumps of Santiago, Dominican Republic
  • Youth Honor Award Artwork by Students at Na'au School, Hawai'i

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  • From the Editor
  • What's On Your Mind?
  • Skipping Stones Stew
  • Dear Hanna
  • Poetry Page
  • Cultural Collage
  • BookShelf
  • Noteworthy N.E.W.S.

© 2008 by Skipping Stones, Inc. Opinions expressed in these pages reflect views of the contributors, and not necessarily those of Skipping Stones, Inc.


Two Children of Kabul

Two children
One city
A boy with plenty
A girl with naught
Two hands dripping with toys
Two caked with grime
Two sneakered feet cushioned by carpet
Two in sandals, bloodied by stones
Two eyes longing greedily more
Two eyes begging for compassion
A mansion
A shack
Two children
One city
Two worlds


Starting Over

Born in Sudan
But my blood is Eritrean
At the age of three
I was wishing to be free
My country was at war
My family getting ready to leave everything behind
Being aimed at as a target
Not knowing where to go or where to hide
Holding on tight and not wanting to die
Innocent kids running
Their families either gone or dead
Shedding blood and tears
Yelling, screaming
Those were the sounds I heard
When people were dying and being harassed
Coming to "The Land of the Free"
Was awkward, a weird feeling in my body
New people, new clothes, new language, new area
Having to start all over from a different country
Having to go to school, where I didn't understand the language
Everybody having friends except for me
Having nobody to talk to
I felt like I wasn't welcome in America

-- Hiruy Tesfai, a high-school junior lives in Washingto
and is originally from Sudan.


Mis Quince Años

Today I turn 15 years old.
This birthday for me will be different
Than all the other birthdays
Today I'll turn into a lady.
My sister will give me
La última muñeca
The last doll
Of my childhood
Dancing my childhood away
Through the night
Left right spin
Opening like an umbrella
Tonight for sure
I will be a lady.

-- Angelica Perez, 13, Latina, Illinois.


It Would Rule

If I was really good at math
like really, really
like getting 120 on the test before the curve without studying, it would rule
if when I did get that 120 nobody would assume I spent the night before memorizing the textbook every ,;'[]()!?. it would rule
if nobody assumed that I play ping pong or kung-fu or Starcraft or Warcraft or witchcraft and didn't just ignore that tiny slim little chance of me actually playing basketball. maybe even being good at it.
it would so rule if
just because I would rather write a poem than go out to get hammered
just because I hate their gossip
just because they all judge me for what I look like instead of who I am
that Chin-Kee Hele can't plonounce his R's. Or worse—
that I'm crazy just like that kid they saw on TV you know the one with the two guns
and the backwards hat and all those people oh god all he did was
write in that little book of his—
you know, it would really rule
like leally, leally
if I wasn't just
another Asian.

-- Anthony Gouw, 16, Chinese American, New York.
Anthony will attend Duke beginning this fall.



Steamy, black air gently
blowing on my wet
cheekbones. Sultry palm trees
slapping me like wind.
I'm dropping down
the hill with steps made
of mud. The hazel-black
sky exploding, while stars
land in my eyes. Mosquitoes
tickle my bald ankles like
feathers. Locals, like mice,
walk with the sounds of
coins jingling off fingertips.
Voices sinking into
the silent sea
begging for more,
and more.
I'm still tumbling.

-- Monique Smiley, 14, Oregon.
Monique adds, "My dad is
American and my mom is Austrian
and Scottish which makes me mixed."



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