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She was told that it wasn't important, simply a figment of her imagination. They told her she was wrong, it wasn't real. Day after day she tried to explain why her worries were valid, but she was shut down at every turn. Why wouldn't they listen? There was no shooting star, no prince to rescue her. The world, she decided, was so deceiving. Fight. It was one word, but it meant so much more than that. So she did, fight. She covered herself in courage and set off to prove to them that she was valid. The next day no one told her she was wrong, no one said that she was invalid, that it was a figment of her imagination. They had seen her shine brighter than the brightest star, and it was then that they had known they were wrong.

by

Miranda Smith

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I’d lumber you with my corpse,

One thing that strikes me about this,

Those memoirs.

You seemed so surprised yesterday

But obscure for a moment to know too much,

But alas I hadn’t written those letters,

Your belief in the sterling worth of my moral,

You might have a lover.

It makes me feel as though I have a double somewhere.

by

Najah Carlise

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There is a tantalizing piano

Humming in the background

It’s brilliantly shiny black

Reflecting the mere essence of the room

People come

And go

But few notice the key change

Or the ethereal chords played

But I do

The bar is buzzing with nerves

People frantic, anxious

Drowning their sorrows

In what is easily measured and destructive

I sit, observing the atmosphere

Drinking in the environment

I see the man

Dressed in all black

Sitting upon the piano stool

He is solemn, but content

Fully absorbed in the content of which his hands create

His eyebrows furrowed,

Nerves absolved

I study his nature

The way he cocks his head in concentration

The way his hair droops into his eyes

But the music

The music defines it all

Scattered applause as he stands

Eyes searching

For men who aren't half gone

Eyes land on me

They stare, absorbing every emotion

Crisply blue but light to feel

They hold me

The sorrow is gone

Only passion remains

And I, in the midst of it all

Break

by

Mattie Zhert

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Bella Ravella received a Gold Key and was named an American Vision Nominee for her photograph, "I Too, am America Vol I". Bella is one of only five participants from the region to be nominated for this prestigious award.

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curated by the Lipscomb Academy yearbook mizpah staff

student editor in chief : Abigail McQueen

faculty advisor : Erin Rickelton

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