Links honors high school students who earned top poetry awards

Black Lens staff

Black Lens staff

Nikita Habimana (10th grade, Shadle Park High School) was selected as this year’s first-place winner, Alima Tambwe (12th grade, Rogers High School) received second place, and Donalda Brantley (12th grade, Rogers High School) received third place.

Below are the poems of three high school students on the issues of environmental justice and human trafficking. The Links, Incorporated, Spokane Chapter looks forward to seeing more submissions in the future. The hope is to grow the Young Master Writers Program into a community staple that provides an opportunity for students to use creative expression as a means of advocacy for social justice.

For questions on future community programs related to youth with The Links, please contact Services To Youth Chair April Eberhardt via email at: aprilriv1976@gmail.com or linksspokane@gmail.com.

The Links, Incorporated, Spokane (WA) Chapter (chartered in 1978) recently facilitated a city-wide Young Master Writers Contest centered around social justice themes for high school students. This is a new initiative that aims to stimulate creativity, awareness, and activism among our BIPOC youth. The Links’ five facets of focus for community programming are as follows: The Arts, Services to Youth, International Services and Trends, National Services and Trends, and Health and Human Services. Spokane Chapter President Shalena Armstrong shares that “providing a safe space to cultivate and encourage creativity in our BIPOC youth is key to sustaining art in our local community.”

Mother Earth

By: Nikita Habimana

Mother earth is dying

You would think her children would be crying

Some are

While others stand around and feed her to the flames.

More money, more power

What good is money when everything is dead and gone

What good is power when people start dying due to poisoned air

Air poisoned by our own greed.

Mother earth is crying

Crying for her children who are dying

The oceans, lakes, and polluted streams.

Mother earth is weeping

But nobody pays heed to the sounds of her screams

Mother earth is fighting

Fighting for people to listen to her warnings

Pay heed to the calls of nature

Feel her rage boiling like volcanoes in the summer

Her disappointment as cold as snow in the winter.

Mother earth is silent

No longer do we see polar bears in all their might Nor the fishes swimming with all their might

And no longer do we see the stars shining bright

The earth is dying and it’s time we do something about it

No longer shall we stand aside while she burns

Her rage palpable through the at of the summer, her discontent as cold as the winter ice It’s time we came together and fight for our environment

Money, power, and greed all go away

But the beauty of the night sky remains

The atmosphere of a breathtaking sunset stays the same

Unless we do nothing about it and the beauty of nature truly fades

A Letter From The Earth

By: Alima Tambwe

The earth – crowded, the sky – polluted, the seas – filled with trash and oil murdering the animals that live within

Before the over population of humanity my skies were as clear as day

My land was nontoxic

Numerous animals did not go extinct every other year

Their human bodies were not infested with diseases from chemicals they themselves filled me with…

Everyday, I give signs, signals, anything to get them to realize that they are destroying me

Me!

The place they live in

The place they explore

The place they spend their lives in

For centuries, I never asked for anything of them, not even to quiet down

Not to do anything

But for once, just this once, through this letter I ask of them to stop

To stop filling me with oil

To stop fogging my views with acids

To stop murdering my animals and my trees

It may sound like a lot but for once I no longer want to stay quiet

I cannot sit and watch all that I was be flushed out

This time I will fight back

If not for me than for the good of mother nature

Never At Night, Never Alone

By: Donalda Brantley

I enjoy running.

My hair tied back, and my shoes tied too.

I enjoy running because it clears my mind. Well at least it’s supposed to.

I put my AirPod in and listen to some music

But make sure the volume is not too high.

I must be on alert just in case somebody decides to walk by

I’ve been barked at, catcalled, and drove by a million times

Still I’m thankful I was one of the ones who got to survive

To all the women and men who have not been as fortunate as I

Your footsteps have not been forgotten

They have transformed into awareness and warning screams

For the next headline on TV

Never at night, never alone

Never at night, never alone

And don’t ever take the same route home

When I’m running, I always try to get in the zone,

But I can’t ‘cause I’m too worried

About my location updating on my phone.

I work hard to keep myself healthy

I have to work harder to keep myself safe

I run in public places, so I don’t end up the victim of a criminal case

If I ever end up taken, I hope you remember my face

But to ensure I make it back I just need to remember:

Never at night, never alone

Never at night, never alone

God just let me make it back home