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Some More About Me

 

Azana Reed is fourteen years old and born on January 23, 2000. She has a younger brother named Hunter and he`s twelve years old born on May 10, 2002. They both go to School of The Arts for different things; she for Creative Writing and him for Theater Technology. Her hobbies include; listening to music, reading/writing on Wattpad, reading books, and spending time with her family. Her aspirations in life is become a psychologist for children or a published author. She plans to go to either University of Buffalo or University of Ann Harbor. Her favorite music artists are; Eminem, D12, TLC, SWV and One Direction. Her favorite books are the Twilight Saga and The Fault in Our Stars and her favorite movies are The Twilight Saga, the Step-Up Franchise, Breakfast Club, and The Fault in Our Stars.

Poem #5

Untitled

 

 

Untitled.

That’s how I feel most of the time.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

Untitled in my own diverse personality.

 

 

Untitled.

The meaning of untitled is,

Having no right or claim.

Does that mean I have no right or claim to my life?

What is my duty in the world?

When am I going to claim my life?

 

 

But this poem does have a title

And it’s Me.

I feel my life is untitled so far,

But my title is coming soon.

I just hope the world

Is ready for it.

What is A Stan?

To everybody that knows what a Stan is this is just a safe haven for you. But to the people who don't know this is a tutorial to you. So sit back and relax and get ready to listen.





A Stan is the fan name for an Eminem fan. The name Stan originated from the song Stan Eminem did with the British singer Dido on his 1999 album The Marshall Mathers LP. It is to be said that the name 'Stan' is a conjunction of the words 'Stalker Fan' ,or in a deeper sense 'Satan' based on the music video content. To be considered a Stan you should know these basic things about Eminem:




1. His full name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III
2. His birthday is October 17,1972
3. His very first album is named Infinite
4. His Mothers name is Debbie Mathers
5. His half brothers name is Nathan Mathers
6. His biological daughter name is Hailie Jade and her birthday is December 25, 1995
7. His adopted niece name is Alaina Mathers a.k.a. Lainey
8. His step daughter name is Whitney Lane
9. He is signed by Dr. Dre to Aftermath Records
10. He signed 50 Cent, Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Royce Da 5'9", most of his friends from D12, and Obie Trice
11. His best friend name was Deshaun Holton a.k.a. Proof and he died April 11, 2006
12. His record label is called Shady Records
13. His movie is called 8 Mile
14. He is 43 years old



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                                                                                                                             XOXO,
                                                                                                                             Azana Reed

                                                                                                                          

Some More of My Work

Acceptance Letter

 

            I came off the yellow bus expecting nothing in general. But, when I saw daddy holding that letter with the curvy S with the big black bold coloring I almost had a heart attack. But, when I opened it and saw the words: ‘Congratulations, you have been accepted into the School of the Arts! ‘On it and I almost fainted. I knew from that moment on everything would be alright and I would survive. I ran around the house and thanked God for the opportunity to get my family out of Rochester.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression

 

            I used to be bullied everyday ever since I was in Pre-K. It was so bad I used to think suicide was the only way either that or taking a blade across my wrist. But, I never tried to self-harm maybe in second grade when I thought I could kill myself with a seatbelt on the school bus or the time in fifth grade I admitted I wanted to kill myself. I used to and sometimes still do think nobody cares about me that I’m a minority in the world. I used to cry every single day just wishing for God to take me away from this pain on this planet called my personal Hell. I had to plaster on a fake smile for friends that didn’t love me and façade my way through the day. I thought my only friends were food and I gained almost 50 pounds over it.

 

 

 

Depression isn’t funny or fake. Its real and it hurts like no other pain. I used to have headaches every day from crying so much. I felt lonely, like nobody understood me or sympathized with me. It was good for one year because I went to the guidance counselor at school for session’s every other day but, when she had gotten fired I had nobody and that empty feeling returned. I hated how I had it but, I got over it by, talking to people and putting my pain into writing. And, ever since then I’ve been happy and pain free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Office of My Own

 

            I’ve always been good in helping people. I’ve always been good in taking care of children. But, what I’m best is connecting with people with problems because I’ve got my own. I want to go to college for child psychology and help children who needs someone to talk to. I want to be doctor so I can be that professional person people address. Yeah a doctor that sounds nice, ‘Dr. Azana Reed’ that has a nice ring to it. I want my own office that requires a receptionist to direct my clients to. Yeah clients, I want to have clients that I know by first name bases and vice versa. I want a picture frame on the wall encased with my doctorate degree in it. I want an office of my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The L Word

 

            Everyone that knows me on a personal level calls me the L word. And I hate it. Everybody has been called the L word once or twice before, some more than others. The L word is lazy. Lazy. Even the word sounds annoying. But, I’m not lazy I can’t even sit still. When I sit down I have to be doing something, either it’s picking at my nails or shaking my leg. I don’t call it being lazy I call it selective participation. I’m selecting what I’m participating in and that’s the way it should be. The L word hates me and I hate the L word.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting Lost

           

            When I was little my brother and I would always jump at the chance to spend the night at my Granny’s house. We loved it there because there was basically no one there besides us, my Granny, my Granddaddy and, sometimes my aunt and her twin boys. It was fun because we got to do anything we wanted and more. So when my Granny took us to Wegmans we would love it because of the candy section of the store. So, when we would go we’d always stay by her until we’d go pass the candy section then my brother and I would sneak away to the candy section. We would look at all the candy and stuff but when we turned around our Granny was gone. So, we would walk around the store by ourselves looking for her until we find her at the checkout. We did this all the time until I turned at least 11 and my brother was 9. But, before that we was always getting lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twins

 

            Everybody says I look like my dad and everyone says my brother-Hunter looks like my mom. My dad said he wanted me so bad that’s the reason I look like him. My mom said my brother was supposed to be born on Mother’s Day so that’s why he looks like her. We always joke about it at home and it becomes a family constant.

 

 

            “Go sit with your twin.” Mommy says to Daddy talking about me.

            “That’s my twin right there.” Daddy says pointing to me.

            “He doesn’t look like me I look like him.” Mommy says about Hunter.

            “I know that’s your Momma boy.” They say to my brother.

           

I love my Daddy because there’s no way he can disown me in any way. And, I love my Mommy because she loves me even though there’s no resemblance between us. I love my brother because he is always there for me as I for him and can always brighten my day. I love my family every single way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Church

 

            Church. Everyone says church is a purgatory and isn’t fun. But, I love my church and the people in it. I go to a church out in Williamson, NY- the country. The drive is always long and dragging but, I love it anyways. The name of my church is Redeem Bethel Church of God in Christ Fellowship Center. I know long name to remember but, I love it anyways. My church is a family oriented church. Everybody is related to someone somehow someway.

 

            My late Great Grandfather help build the original church that got everything started. Then they moved to the building across the pond when more people began to join. My pastor is my Granddaddy’s cousin and one look at them side by side you can tell. Mostly all my family on my Daddy’s side goes to the church and everybody has Godchildren and I’m related to them too. I’ve been going to that church for almost three years and, been loving it ever since.

 

            You know that saying home is where the heart is. Well for my family its church is where the soul is. I love my church and I’m going to till the day I die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The House on Chocolate Street

           

            The house on Chocolate Street is where memories begin and ends. The family in the house on Chocolate Street is a different story. They’re crazy and dysfunctional, but also loving and kind hearted. They may fight and argue, but they also hug and laugh together afterwards. The house on Chocolate Street is my house and I’m proud to say it. I love my house on Chocolate Street because I grew up in that house. I lived in it since I was two years old and my brother was raised in that house since he was born. 73 Chocolate Street is my own personal House on Mango Street and I can’t wait to grow old in it.

My First Play

Forbidden Love

By

Azana Reed

 

 

 

CHARACTERS

 

 

 

LATRELL- Late twenties. Shy and easily flustered by compliments. Neills’ husband for a year. A computer technician for Apple. Nerdy.

NEILL- Early thirties. Outgoing and dominate. Latrell’s’ husband for a year. A stock broker. Nerdy.

STAGE MANAGER- Reads all stage directions.

 

                                                                                      

SETTING

 

 

An apartment building in the country of Alabama. The apartment building is a safe haven for gay’s to let loose and not be afraid of being caught loving each other.

 

 

TIME

 

In the year 2015 after President Obama’s assassination by an ISIS advocate. Joe Biden revoked gay rights after he took office. Anyone caught or suspected of gay activities will be persecuted and put on death row without trial. Takes place of a Friday afternoon preferably around nine o’clock pm.

 

(Lights come on the stage as LATRELL and NEILL are on the couch breathless after an intense make out session they just had.)

 

LATRELL

 

Wow. Umm… that was just… wow. Why don’t we do this more often?

 

 

NEILL

 

Because somebody is always watching Game of Thrones, or playing video games. That’s why when I see you bored I just wing it. Any way’s do you want a drink or something while I’m up? (Neill gets up and walks to the kitchen to fix himself a drink and to stretch his legs.)

 

 

LATRELL

 

Ha very funny. But yes, a glass of red wine please. But, can I put on the news on for a second? Since you so bluntly insulted me I shouldn’t even be asking you but, since you are pouring me wine then I’ll ask you I guess.

 

 

NEILL

 

Look who’s trying to be a comedian now. (Neill walks back to the couch with a glass of wine for Latrell and tumbler of Scotch for himself. He hands the glass to Latrell and they both toast to each other.) Yes you may turn on the news if you must.

 

(As the news blares from the television there is noise out in the hallway. Latrell and Neill investigate and comes face to face with the police. They are arresting one of the gay couples that lived next to them. Neill closes the door impossibly fast and locks the door.)

 

LATRELL

They’re at it again. How many couples have been taken from here?

 

NEILL

Too many. Somebody needs to do something about this inequality.

 

LATRELL

What can we do Neill? When everyone is scared to actually fight for what was taken from them.

 

NEILL

What can we do if we do fight? Die and hope the next generation actually does something about it, huh? We are never going to have the feeling of security we had last year. It’s never going to happen again they’ll make sure of it. We are the enemy now not them. All the protesting and killing going on in the world today is an example of what happens in the real world. This isn’t a game no more. Innocent people are dying every day because of sexual preference.

 

LATRELL

Then we’ll do something about then. We’ll be the sacrifice of people who are scared to sacrifice themselves. We’ll fight for them.

 

NEILL

You don’t understand do you?

 

LATRELL

What I don’t understand?

 

 

NEILL

I miss you dammit! I miss you so much it hurts. I miss how we’d hold hands and kiss in public. I miss the dinner dates and the movies dates. I miss your gentle caresses when I would smile or laugh at your jokes. I miss being able to walk to our apartment without being paranoid that a police officer will be at our door to persecute us. I miss being able to make love without a care in the world. But, now all of that changed. We can’t even walk too close to one another without being suspected of being called sick minded. We can’t even make love without the fear of someone catching us with us being too loud. I just miss you. No, I need you baby and I want everything to work with us without the paranoia and the hate surrounding us. I love you too much to let something come in between us. And, I need you to be strong for me- no us or else we won’t survive in this cruel world.

 

LATRELL

I do love you and I do need you. And, I will be strong for us.

 

NEILL

Then show me baby. Show me.

 

 

(Latrell and Neill come together for a passionate kiss. The scene ends as they enter their bedroom.)   

Poem #4

Where Did You Go?

 

When I was five years old I went to the woods

To explore the hidden nature around.

That afternoon after dinner

I went exploring

 

And I sniffed and touched the forest walls,

Nothing was disturbed, and I came to a jog

So I giggled through it and broke out in a run that’s when

I first saw the blue butterfly:

 

I had wandered to a meadow

And everywhere like a colorful canvas

Laid under the sun

There were the flowers and the blue butterfly,

 

A beautiful sight in child’s eyes and mind,

The definition of true beauty.

In front of where I stood mystified

Was the blue butterfly but

 

I had to go home. I

Said, goodbye Blue, so

I ran back home, me smiling

For I met a new friend.

 

 

But, the next day I went back to the meadow,

I stayed there.

Blue didn’t come, I said,

Tears welling up and

 

I gotten up and slowly walked back home.

Tears streaming down my face,

I was little then twelve now

I still ask “Where Did You Go?”

Poem #3

Tupac’s Dream

 

I’m turnin’ in my grave with this stuff

I wish I can come back to life and school these suckas

They’re not living out my legacy,

The destiny that I set up for them.

Livin’ out my dream.

 

 

Tupac Shakur is comin’ back,

And Imma put these whack MC’s in the grave.

My home boy Biggie and me,

We gone take back Rap City.

Livin’ out my dream.

 

 

These young rappers ain’t shit.

When we come back we comin’ up with a team,

Of the rappers that protected me and Biggies dreams and beliefs.

These rappers gonna come with me,

And live out my dream.

Poem #2

He is The Reason

 

You can’t walk into my thoughts like you own them

Stride into my life, demand, “Write for me”

And expect me to follow your orders in

A swaddle of submission.

 

Still, I write for you.

Anyone who says, “Writing is easy,

Write me something,” has some nerve.

So I’ll tell you where I get my ideas:

A boy. In the depths of my mind,

He is the person supplying me with my crazy ideas

Before I even pick up the pen. The reason why

I am so talented is because of him.

 

I knew him ever since I was little

Writing my first story.

I didn’t understand why I was so talented.

“It’s because of me you are talented.”

His voice said. His voice is eerily gentle

In a commanding way. Like a gust of wind,

On a hot summer day.

 

That was the first time hearing his voice.

I followed his orders and eventually

Came to a finished story. It was weird

It was like I was possessed

I couldn’t control the way my pen flew across the paper.

When I was finished; it was almost euphoric.

I was washed over with a concoction of adrenaline

And ecstasy.

 

I told my peers of the boy living in my head

I told them what he makes me do.

I told the adults he only comes to me when I’m not doing my best.

I told them that he says I’m special.

I only gotten mocked and diagnosed

Mentally unstable.    

 

Nobody understood

Him because he is a part of me. He said

I was made for him and vice versa. So, I am the only one

With him as a companion for life.

At least, to me. And the ideas that had been

Transported

On to this paper are because of him.

Poem #1

A poem should be from the heart.

It should be a breath of fresh air,

A melody of the deepest thoughts that nobody gets to hear.

Or it should be the fondest of interests, but

Never should it be the source of hatred.

Because a poem should be graceful and flow

Like a robe of silk on a satin river full of gold.

 

 

Poetry is the scarcest form of writing

Of the ability to let your guard

Down and let eyes in like a child going to their mother of nightmares

Is nerve wracking and troubling, the fear of judgment is high

Poetry is like the sky- high of possibilities and never ending.

Poems and poetry should be graceful and flow

Like a robe of silk on a satin river full of gold.