R.I.P Serena Mckay


Serena Mckay was a beautiful 19 year old girl who lost her life after being beaten on social media. That video is still surfing the internet, but it is truly heartbreaking and disturbing. This Canadian beauty was found April 23, 2017 on the Sagkeeng First Nation Reserve. The authorities haven’t revealed much, but two teenagers have been taken into custody. Many people decided to share memorial videos of Serena instead of the assault video online which is what really needs to be shared. Thousands in the First National Community have come together to mourn the death of Serena by hosting a vigil around a sacred fire and a rally in her memory.

Awareness is the key. Think about it, all of these video circulating online of people getting into fight like it’s cool. It’s not cool at all, nothing is cool about taking someone’s life away. There are people who want to see fight and try to create conflict just so that there can be  fight to watch. It’s not cool, cute, or funny. This is wrong. This girl’s family was not expecting to see her for the last time in such a horrifying condition. My condolences go out to her family, friends, and the community. As a parent, sibling, family member, friend, significant other, or bystander how would you feel?


40 Facts About Me


  1. My favorite color is purple.
  2. I talk a lot when I’m tired.
  3. Spaghetti makes me happy.
  4. I say weird things most of  the time.
  5. I don’t like getting any grade less than a B.
  7. I Love writing.
  8. I love reading.
  9. I love math class.
  10. I love soccer.
  11. I love wrestling.
  12. My favorite soccer player is Christiano Ronaldo.
  13. My favorite poet is Maya Angelou.
  14. I like scary movies.
  15. I love 4N6.
  16. I don’t have a favorite book.
  17. I listen to every genre of music.
  18. I love 5 Seconds Of Summer.
  19. I DESPISE high school.
  20. I love Finn Balor.
  21. I am very frugal (Call me Mr.Krabs).
  22. I change my hair very often.
  23. I want to be a news reporter.
  24. My dream college is Purdue University.
  25. I could survive off of black beans or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
  26. I am a 90’s baby.
  27. Before people get to know me they tell me I look mean.
  28. My favorite super hero is Captain America.
  29. I love playing black ops 3 zombies on the PS4.
  30. If I’m not busy I feel like something is wrong.
  31. I suffer Knee Subluxation.
  32. I don’t like negativity.
  33. Mortal Kombat will forever be my favorite game
  34. I get irritated laying Sims.
  35. I like taking pictures of nature.
  36. I don’t want to be famous.
  37. I love cartoons.
  38. I like to read all types of comics.
  39. I wish I could have a pet.
  40. I’ve never met anyone with the same name as me.

Judge and timer ready?


Honestly, I didn’t find myself participating in extracurricular activities my senior year because I have a job and I have to focus on my studies, I despise my high school strongly, and I didn’t feel like I would have the strength. Take a look, I did it! I managed to work, keep my grades up and become a great forensics broadcaster. Thanks to my team for supporting me each and every practice and competition, I’ve made a path for myself to become one of the best forensics broadcasters in Michigan. It doesn’t end there, I’m also a state qualifier contestant. I’m glad that I’ve found something that I truly love besides writing. I will forever love 4N6 and my team.


Don’t Forget To Share

The poet of the month of May was a hard find indeed. I spoke to this young lady and I was instantly blown away. She is not only beautiful, but has the brains to match. I’m proud of her because I know how much her poem ‘The Poem You Will Never Read” meant to her. She has been through so much, yet she can smile like she never has. Please support all poets of the month, share the poem or photo. All rights belong to her of course. Lets show this young lady some love. You have no Idea how we can change lives in just a few minutes. Thank you so much for reading, I love you all.


“The Poem You Will Never Read” By: Jawsome

How can you be so selfish
You’re going to hell for this
Didnt even leave a note so no one knows why you did it
When you hung yourself you left me hanging
All the bad memories replaying, replaying, replaying
I can’t get it out of my head
I keep telling myself that Its not my fault but
I know thats a lie
If I had just kept my mouth shut
You’d still be alive
This isn’t fair
I wish I didnt care
They kept calling you worthless
But you didn’t deserve this
You could’ve got help
(To fix how you felt)
You know it wasn’t right but you did it anyway
You fucked up my life
Then you took yours away
Was all the pain you caused not enough for you?
Nope, you had to this too
But theres no going back now
You’re a ghost of the past now
And I know I should be strong
And try my best to move on
Just know that every july on the 29th day
I’ll remember you, and visit you, and spit on your grave

College Acceptance Letters!


Everyone I have some wonderful news! I probably should have shared this with you awhile ago, but I have a lot of college acceptance letters. I’m going to be honest most of the schools I’ve been accepted into, I didn’t think I would have a chance. Being unstable most of my life caused a lot of patterns in both my attendance and grades. Out of my entire high school career I’ve attended three different high schools in three different areas. That consisted of adapting to new environments, new ways of learning, and getting to know people all over again. In school I don’t have a lot of friends and it doesn’t make me sad because I felt every time I would get close to someone I had to leave them. I don’t like to be known in school or receive a lot of attention. In high school I will admit my attendance is absolutely disgusting. I would get up three hours before everyone and I would still be late, it was always something. I’m too poor to afford a car so I always had someone to take me and that was the worst. Now everyday I wake up at 4am, shower, get dressed, skip breakfast and get a ride to the bus stop. I board the bus at 6:50 and make it to the bus stop down the street from my school at 7:40am. My first hour class starts at 7:50, so I have ten minutes to run to the school building, walk upstairs to the third floor to put my things in my locker, and back downstairs to the second floor into AP Studio Art before the bell rings. Yes it’s exhausting! I do thank god for giving me a job so that I can start saving money to buy a vehicle. I’ve been doing this for two years and the money I spend on bus rides every month, is pretty much gas money.

I didn’t tell you guys that last quarter I finished with a 4.1 gpa. I care that much about myself that no matter what I’m going to make sure I know what I have to know to get where I need to go. When I had glimpsed at my official transcript I was so disappointed because I didn’t think anyone would take me with a cumulative gpa of 2.9. The instability reflected heavily. I was always late at the high school I attended my freshman year. All of my classes were college prep and I felt like the instructor moved too fast for me. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get it. I failed algebra 1 and had a D and some C’s. Then my sophomore grades were a lot better, I had one B and the rest were A’s. Junior year I had straight A’s the entire year and my current year I have nothing, but A’s. I have to finish strong I stand as number 54 in our class rank out of 273 seniors.

Although I was extremely depressed after looking at the transcript, I applied to all of the colleges I always wanted to go to. My dream college is University Of Texas, but since it’s too far and out of state tuition is up the butt I didn’t go for it. My second dream college is Purdue University. I know the cost for this college is up the butt too, but I applied anyway just to see if it was an option for me. I didn’t expect to get an acceptance letter, but………….guess what? This one, yes this one got accepted. When I seen the letter, I jumped up and down and poured tears everywhere. Never would I’ve ever thought I could make it into this school.

The next week I had lots of mail with my name on it sitting on our living room table. Each one I opened was an acceptance letter. I received letters from: University Of Michigan, Central State University, Eastern Michigan University, Wayne State University, Ferris State University, Oakland University, Grand Valley State University, and Saginaw University.With all of these expensive colleges in my mind, I have to make sure I apply for as many scholarships as possible and use what I qualify for free on my FAFSA. I feel so powerful and even more motivated to end this year with a bang. I hope that a lot of you will celebrate class of 2017 with me. Remember anything is possible.



Why Being A Big Sister Is Important To Me

Good morning everyone I hope all Is well. Today I’m going to try my best not to get emotional, but I really wanted to touch on sisterhood. My mother has four children and my father has three now and out of all I have the biggest weight of them all, that is being the oldest. Being the oldest is a huge responsibility it’s like being another parent. My mother eventually branched off from our fathers and became a single parent. Her being a single parent made me grow up a lot faster then I was suppose to because I had to help raise my brothers and sisters while still being a child.


p dir=”ltr” style=”line-height:1.38;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;”>Even though I had a rough childhood and me and my mother haven’t had the best relationship, but I thank her for doing the best that she could with us. I haven’t always taken my job as a sister seriously because I was so focused on what was going on within myself. I remember having a conversation with my mom about me not wanting to be a leader. She asked me did that mean I want to be a follower. My response was stupid, I said no I just want to be my own person, never lead or follow. Now that I think back to that conversation I question my intellect, pride, and integrity. What was I thinking? No matter if I wanted to be a leader or not, I still woke up to my  beautiful siblings looking up to me. I realized that I am a leader not by choice,but by the eyes that look at me.


p dir=”ltr” style=”line-height:1.38;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;”>I have a beautiful fifteen year old sister named Jalina who everyone thinks is my twin. Even though I don’t really see how people identify us as twins I do remember that my father has strong genes so all of his kids look exactly like him. On July 07, 2016 my father and stepmother delivered another munchkin sibling named Myonna  Me and my sister bump heads a lot, but we are close. Nothing on this earth will ever change my love for her. I actually find it funny how we are opposites of each other but we were raised together. She can dance, sing, draw, she’s fun and social. Then there is me: super geeky, boring, likes to stay in the house, can’t dance, can’t sing, works with graphic design, and likes to watch soccer and wrestling. What really confused me is the fact that my younger sister is fond of me and she has all of these good qualities that I wish I had. I look at her beautiful face and see so much yet she sees so much good in me. Don’t get me wrong I don’t think less of myself, but the only thing I could think of is why does she adore me. Our bond is special, I told her she can tell me anything and it would stay between us always until I die. When it was time for the boy talk I gave her my piece of the pie since I think my words would be a lot more effective than mom’s yelling.


p dir=”ltr” style=”line-height:1.38;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;”>Jalina is the real reason why being a big sister is super special to me. Her being born three years after me just motivates me to set the bar so she can do anything she puts her mind to. I want her to feel like If I can do it than she can do it and probably ten times better. I want her to be comfortable in her skin and not let anyone make her feel like she can’t do anything, not even me. I wasn’t always the best daughter or sister and that’s why it’s so important to me. To learn from my mistakes. I was known as the smart mouthed rule breaker. That is one of the many reasons why me and my mom didn’t get along. I would complain about how hard she was on me and how she let the others get away with stuff. That still didn’t give me a logical reason to break the rules. I did it out of anger. If you ask her today about my childhood I wouldn’t be surprised if her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Now she can’t say she didn’t do a good job. I’ve never drank,did drugs, smoke, had sex, went to a party without her consent, or put my hands on her. I would get my behind tore up on so many occasions I thought my booty would eventually fall off. The beatings made me better and it was discipline that made me stronger. I had to be strong for those faces that watched. I’m not expecting any of my siblings to be like me, but to go after whatever their hearts desire. That is my goal right now, to always be the rock that they lay on in good times and bad. Being a big sister adds fuel to my fire. I wake up everyday to go to school and work because I think of how me sleeping in bed all day could affect someone’s life. I thank god for family because I know I have something to continue to fight for. I’m a big sister and it’s a job I will never resign from.