Kaleo O Kamana’o

2016

Kaleo O Kamana’o The Mind’s Voice

Editors Rachel Wong, Senior Editor Alexandra Araki

Faculty Advisor Camille Lesnick

Thank you to The Art Department

La Pietra 2016

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A Sparrow’s Fears, Elena Ravizza - pg. 15 Alice Paul, Angel Araki - pg. 19Bio Poem, Makenna Kinsler - pg. 11Bio Poem, Sloane Shapiro - pg. 11Before the Sun, Anela Donachie - pg. 1Dead Cats Have Wings, Anonymous - pg. 12The Deer, Anonymous - pg. 13The ‘Elepaio, Anela Donachie - pg. 18Frozen in Time, Rachel Wong - pg. 4Great, Gillian Kelly - pg. 16Helen Keller, Akemi Davies - pg. 9 Holly the Horse, Elena Ravizza - pg. 19I Am, Anonymous - pg. 11 I Dream of Candy, Alyssa Kuwamoto - pg. 20In The Night, Chloe Campbell - pg. 5The Journey Through Nothing, Gillian Kelly - pg. 2 Juliette Gordon Low, Jordan Namba - pg. 19Keys, Kayla Dela Pena - pg. 12Knowledge, Anonymous - pg. 5Love, Nicole Yarbrough - pg. 6Love in Paris, Anonymous - pg. 6Mankind, Alex Araki - pg. 16My True Beauty, Anonymous - pg. 13Night in the City, Arisa Ching - pg. 3Night Geckos, Victoria Gronwald - pg. 7Pointe Shoes, Akemi Davies - pg. 2Seeds, Alex Araki - pg. 4Space Waves, Grace Schnetzler - pg. 7SSAT Room, Haele Sato- pg. 21Strawberry Fields Forever, Rachel Wong - pg. 18The Story of Enoch, Anonymous - pg. 21They Don’t Understand, Anonymous - pg. 17Through the Forest, Rachel Wong - pg. 13Transient, Elena Ravizza - pg. 10Up Above and Down Below, Rachel Wong - pg. 10Wanted, Angelina Augafa- pg. 15What Color is the Scarf?, Anonymous - pg. 860 Years of Magic and Believing, Anonymous - pg. 14

A Different Perspective, Megumi Shimizu - pg. 1Abstract Elements, Heather Gallacher - pg. 13Diversity, Nahono Bayne-Omai - pg. 11Finger Iris, Heather Gallacher - pg. 21Handflower, Mari Harwit - pg. 4Lamppost, Jocelyn Pham - pg. 15Lantern, Jocelyn Pham - pg. 16Leopard Girl, Peri Green - pg. 12Photo, Catherine Middleton - pg. 10 Photogram, Sydney Groten - pg. 3Side Eye, Jessica Akiona - pg. 9When the Colors Meet, Megumi Shimizu - pg. 17

Literature Art

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Before the Sun

Anela Donachie '19

Before the sun can free the day,

The birds showcase their opening act.

The mice in the fields come out to play

Followed closely by the resident cat.

The deer awaken and stretch their necks,

And the bats start to sleep in their cave.

The wolves continue on their hunting trek,

While the experienced ones lead the way.

Megumi Shimizu '18

KaleoOKamana’o

The Journey for Nothing

Finally the end is near We must rejoice for all to hear

The light at the end of the tunnel is reached This seemingly insurmountable task has been breached

The light at the end of the tunnel I see glowing with the magnificent glory

Ambitions and ailments compiled in one This monumental task is seemingly done

For minutes and moments and all measurements of time we have wallowed and waited to end this climb

We’ve suffered and soared through hills and valleys all anxiously awaiting for the conclusive finale

Each mound we clear, and mountain we scale we have always believed that we would fail before reaching the place we dreamed to be

A place more than can be captured in this soliloquy

But the end grows closer every day the blinding light emerges from the black and grey

Our expectations continue to rise to unrealistic dreams of beauty and bliss comprised

When we reach the end what will we do? As our eyes adjust, the glare fades too

we realize we are no different than yesterday except for our lost sense of security and allay.

Gillian Kelly '16

Familiar is the shoe.The once smooth silky texture now feels dirty like a pig’s course skin.

Bruised, battered, and broken at its surface, But shows signs of passionate, hard work.

Still sitting on the shelf like a couch potato,Wanting to dance again.

Peeling at its base from hours of use, Yet the graceful performer makes it her prop.

Reminiscing about the times it jumped.Still hearing the faint pitter patter,

As the dancer glides along the floor. Compelling the owner to put them on,

Just to feel a little joy. Forgetting the pain that comes,

With the gently woven silk strandsTied tightly around the ankles.

To feel the searing pain as the toes constrict like a balloon losing air. Worth all the physical suffering,

Just to feel alive again.

Pointe Shoes

Akemi Davies '19

KaleoOKamana’o

Every night the sky is black and is filled with lights shining from all of the buildings in

the city. The orange-tinted lights of other buildings stare at me and block out the stars.

From my room, I hear cars honking and police sirens wailing loudly every ten minutes or

so. When it is really windy, I hear the wind howling and pounding on the glass screen as if it is

trying to get in. When it is calm, I get up from my desk and slide open the window. As I let the

cool breeze hit my face, my skin feels damp.

I look out towards the city and I see rain dance across the buildings. I close the window

and reluctantly go back to my desk to start on my homework. Soon, stress and sleepiness forces

my eyelids to droop down and my pencil rolls out of my hand. I slump down on my desk and fall

into a deep sleep.

Night in the City

Arisa Ching '20

Sydney Groten '18

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Seeds

My life is a seed, so young and so new,

unremarkable and insignificant. A seed has no beauty to boast,

yet holds so much potential within, if only it could be watered.

Perhaps I’ll bloom into a magnificent oak,impressive and towering above the rest

Or an unassuming daisy, dwelling in the beauty of simplicity

Or maybe an apple tree,bearing fruit to nourish the world

Whatever I grow into,big or small,

I’ll become something extraordinary. My life is a seed

beginning to sprout, awaiting to see what it’ll become.

Alex Araki '17

Mari Harwit '17

The branches of the trees quiveredon the bleak and stone grey day.

A mile afar an old shabby cabin lay empty and frozen.The wood tarnished and windows frosted over.

No earth or mantleburning hot from glowing wood.

As pouches of snow dropped to the branch belowthe feeble arms of the pine shrieked

as it bent its shaggy needles towards the ground.

Nothing flourished, but nothing perished.All was stiff and still.

Frozen in Time

Rachel Wong '16

KaleoOKamana’o

Knowledge

Nothing is as valuable as knowledge.

Through books, which shook my brain’s crannies and nooks

School Books, Sketchbooks, Yearbooks, and Scrapbooks

Through which my resounding brain writhes, not of pain, but of acknowledge,

Which does so swim, glide, and etch

Its values that echo are like the sweet sounding Nightingales, flowing like a burbling brook.

Through yonder seeing valleys, to the horizon. Oh look!

With elegance, with finesse, lay my knowledge spread across the brook’s edge

Anonymous

In the Night

I spotted the little shine of the dying fire, just bright enough to see. As I gazed up at the silver,

glowing orb my ears were bombarded with the soft music of the grasshoppers. I took a deep breath and filled

my nose with the smell of fresh cut grass and new plowed dirt.

My eyes wandered over the night sky, shimmering with the twinkling stars. The silhouettes of the

the oak trees, their wide green leaves poking out, crowded my vision as I stared out into the open. The

branches started to move in an elegant and graceful dance as the quiet breeze swept over them.

As I laid my head on the ground, all my worries melted away as the wax from a burning candle. I

could still taste the s’mores, that I consumed not so long ago, as I swept my tongue over my bottom lip. I

took another deep inhale, catching the faint smell of the smoldering, cherry wood embers.

Exhaustion hit me hard as I exhaled. As time ticks by, my body became numb; I felt as if I was

floating in mid-air. The distant sound of an owl’s hoot was the last thing I heard as I was lulled to sleep by

the beauty of Mother Nature.

Chloe Campbell '20

KaleoOKamana’o

to start or when not an understandable where to end is situation. know Love Love don’t is You This heart is deformed confusing,

read. like love. justto like way this which poem.

know You don’t

Love

Nicole Yarbrough '18

Love in Paris

The Avenue des Champs-Élysées. It bustles, and hustles, Everyone seems to follow. The streets crack, But no one seems to slack. People keep on hurrying, and I am left here worrying. The overpowering street Keeps me on my feet. But I start to ponder About that hateful lover. Is he polite? kind of... Is he sweet? Never when it comes to me. As my life is halted, Paris is not faulted. A city of bustling, And a city of hustling. As I think this is not fair, Paris does not care. The city keeps going And my love is slowing. Creeping to an end, Something beyond mending. I am falling, and he is calling. I am stalling, and Paris is appalling.

Anonymous

KaleoOKamana’o

Space Waves

the soft edges of dilated pupils

the bluish milky fringe

that’s where I wanna live

I could orbit in them forever

Grace Schnetzler '16

At night, the moon lights up the sky with its comforting smile

The geckos greet the moon and chirp for a while.

Next to the geckos stand two lit candles on a table.

The same candles give the geckos warmth from the flame that is burning.

The soft touch of warm blankets makes the earth feel like it has stopped turning.

For they keep me so warm, I feel like I’m floating in a space that is discerning.

Night Geckos

Victoria Gronwald '20

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It was on my birthday, that day of receiving gifts, when I woke up and ran like a starving dog who sniffed the scent of bacon, barely containing my emotion, patiently expecting, an iPad, iPhone, or even an iPod touch! Trying too much to not tear the wrapping, and, what emerged,

from that red starving mouth, that hungry, starved mouth, that threatened to swallow my gift whole was a brownish green hand knitted scarf, and its mixed blend of colors, was like sewage, its battered, unbalanced texture of bumps,

was like sewage, when I looked at my mother, with emotions emerging within me,

with a look of a mixture of despair and betrayal,like the look of an abandoned puppy.

And that’s when I saw her fingers that she tried so hard to hide, those fingers wrapped in bandages, stained, with fresh and crisp blood, scratched, and swelling,

and with her face that tried hard to hide her disappointment,just like me.

That scarf now looked,like a warm cozy cabin in the snow,

with its warm light embracing me, a mixture of oak, maple, and mango trees and I told her I loved it,

and that I would wear it to school tomorrowand I did.

In mid summer,

What Color is the Scarf?

I went to school with a brownish green scarf,and I loved it. Anonymous

KaleoOKamana’o

Helen Keller

I am

One-of-a-kind, tenacious, and heroic. I care about equality for the deaf and blind.

Social and political issues are important to me.

Equality for the disabled are important to me. Women’s suffrage is important to me.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.”

From my “brain fever,” I became blind and deaf. This experience allowed me to inspire others to not give up on their goals.

I used my disabilities to shine light on the social injustices of my time.

Despite my disabilities, I went against the odds and graduated college. I hope that people will show diversity and acceptance to the people with disabilities.

I am

Akemi Davies '19

Jessica Akiona '18

KaleoOKamana’o

Transient Home’s the place we head for in our sleep and in my dreams it sometimes visits me.

Its form changes, yes, but I can tell by secret sign that it is there

in the form of the cat on my lap or the smell of the sea breeze.

I can find home in the arms wrapped around me and in the sound of the crackling fire

because I carry my home with me.

It is my vagabond’s knapsack and in it I tote around the things that make me happy,

trinkets that I’ve picked up along the way.

Things that I have kept close

so that I can take them out later and make a home for myself in my dreams.

Elena Ravizza '16

Up Above and Down Below Running free through open fields,

up and down the rolling hills, floating above beautiful blankets

of bright blades of grass, she leaps forth with outstretched arms.

Seemingly pure and pristine,

yet worn and weary within. Compressed like a strong stream

dammed by the scrutinizing eyes of others.

The miles of grey cotton clouds tumble in from the north.

Just as a ceramic saucer falls to the floor,

the sky breaks open in liberation. The brook above streams down below.

Dew drops drip down each stem and blade, eventually making its way into the very heart

and slowly softening the dry dirt beneath.

Rachel Wong '16

Catherine Middleton '18

KaleoOKamana’o

Pomaikaʻi (lucky), hou (fresh), niele (curious), luhi (tired) Sibling of Rylee and DJ Lover of hula, and ʻai (food) Who feels, ʻulala Who needs, Kupono Fey Who gives, puliki (hugs) Who fears, aloha ʻaʻole me ao (no love in the world) Who would like to see, la ʻekahi papa lani (heaven one day) I live in Manoa

Bio Poem

Makenna Kinsler '21

“I am”

I am lost and searching I wonder if ideals can ever be reached

I hear the angels cry I want a place that’s safe from dangers

I am lost and searching

I pretend I’m not confused I feel alone from hope

I cry because other people suffer I am lost and searching

I understand life won’t ever be perfect I say I want equality

I dream of a world without suffering I try to help everyone

I hope I’m succeeding so far I am lost and searching

Anonymous

Scoffing, sarcastic, susceptible to slips, and sinfulSibling of Corwin

Solicitous of songs and studiesWith sensations of solicitude

Who needs sufficiencyWho gives support

Who fears solitude and self-seekingWith the urge to see Scotland

Resident of HonoluluShapiro

Bio Poem

Sloane Shapiro '21

Nahono Bayne-Omai '17

KaleoOKamana’o

Every time that he clangs against a neighbor, he sings, he jingles,almost as if he is rejoicing despite his shining, cold, angry, tough exterior.Whether I want him to or not, he goesahead and announces my comings and goings. A nameis etched deeply into his very own skinif you could even call it such.The name is not his to claim, it shows that there are a million of his kind.At one time he looked just like everyone else,until a woman with beautiful smooth hands picked him upout of a faceless tin sea, and carved him a jagged smile.Now he spends his days hanging on a silver loop with new friends.He delights in the way that his deep ridges and grooves cast shadows in the sunlight like a rainbow after every stormhe feels his cold, stiff smile slidealmost effortlessly between the gearsof a rusted farmhouse for the very first time.Who else can say that his grinalone can open home’s doors?

Keys

Kaylee Dela Pena '19

They say curiosity killed the cat,I pay no heed and their words fly away with the gnats.I run from my mother’s armsand off the cliff edge.I lick the blackberry sweetness as I fall,The wind, like needles, stings my facepierces my soul.I drink every drop of this sensation,then suck at the bottle greedily.This life may kill me,but at least I have truly lived.

Dead Cats Have Wings

Anonymous

Peri Green '17

KaleoOKamana’o

I saw a wondrous deer.He was peacefully prancing along

as if he were taking a stroll in the park. He timidly trotted on,

leaving slight indents in the lush grass of the forest floor.

I slowly looked up and sawhis honey-caramel fur

with dollops of white fluff like whipped cream on pumpkin pie.

His humongous eyes, as dark and smooth as stones from a river,

stared into mine.Whilst in the midst of our staring contest,

my thoughts wandered.Thoughts of his fleshy salmon lungs

inflating and deflating without a second thought,and his muscles all tense with fear of being killed.

his thoughts all jumbled and cluttered by adrenaline,but one thought clear:

fight or flight.My train of thought was broken by his choice;

he pranced off into the thicket.Flight

The Deer

Anonymous

First cool breath of mountain air.The snap and crackle of my jointsunfolding like blooming flowers.

The world tastes sweet as I drink it down in gulps big enough to make my throat ache.

The trees tell secrets to the wind,I start off along the trail.

The forest is a cacophony of life,each tree and bush,

each patch of moss and insect.So alive alive alive!

Boots sink into mud and leave streaks of earth on my calves.

I feel prickling along my spine,I am aching to burst into bloom with the forest,

to sink down roots and become oneintertwine myself with the rest of the earth.I will drink the sun and be alive alive alive!

I will join the joyful chaos of natureand everything will thrum with the sweet song of existence.

My True Beauty

Leaves crunch with every drop of my foot.The chill of the air tickles my spine;

It’s purer, crisper, fresher, betterthan the sticky warmth that clings and lingers

in the middle of May.Stretching my lungs and hugging my heart,

it warms me through and through.Walk faster, stride larger, it begs me to move.

Clear eyes see more beauty.For once my thoughts drag behind me,

and as they begin to slow,I’m released from the mind’s shackles for a moment's time.

Heat within emanates out and pricks my skin.The taste of adrenaline forces a smile.

It moves me; I can breathe.

Through the Forest

Rachel Wong '16

Anonymous

Heather Gallacher '17

KaleoOKamana’o

She wears a ballgown of a calm blue color Floats into the ball like flowing water Dances gracefully with the prince to romantic music Singing, “so this is love”Flees the ball at midnight like fire Losing a slipper in the mysterious night

Monsters party in the dark night Dressed in a creepy and eerie color Pumpkin king arrives dressed in fire Jumps into the bubbling, murky water Out comes a skeleton, showing Christmas loveThinks it is beautiful like music

Young girl enjoys being out of the tower like happy music Her hair has the brightest glow in the night Lanterns come out of the river, floating with love Burning with a light and warm color Illuminating the calm and peaceful waterTransforming it into a pool of fire

Queen’s behavior is intense like fire Steaming teapots make strange musicLittle girl grows twice as large from strange waterA cat’s creepy crazy smile seen in the blank night Strange wonderland blooms with flowery color But so beautiful that everybody can love

Two different dogs show their love At a restaurant that is as warm as fire Eating spaghetti of a bright red color Two waiters play Italian music They walk together throughout the night The weather is clear as water

A mermaid wants to be out of the water When she saves the prince, she falls in love Goes to the witch’s lair, spooky as night Given a spell that is burning like fire Sacrifices her voice, sweet as music Her life changes into a different color

Attraction shows colors dancing with waterPlays music and everyone falls in love While fire exploding like fireworks, light up the black night

60 Years of Magic and Believing

Anonymous

KaleoOKamana’o

Once a sparrow asked a hawk about life.The hawk said “Life is cold,it always ends in death.”But the sparrow wondered about love,for he saw in that there existed beautiful blooms,and tried to understand the meaning of open hands.

The sparrow had seen open hands,cupping pools of sweet life,but when he approached his blood ran cold,because though those hands offered love,It was surrounded by poisonous blooms.The sparrow feared bitter death.

The sparrow fought his fear of deathand ventured forth to the welcoming hands.Reveling in the bloomshe sang paeans to lifeand composed odes to lovewhile pointedly ignoring the cold.

But there will always be cold,and life will always end in death.No matter the sweetness of love,no matter the warmth of the hands,there is an order to life,and time comes for even the brightest of blooms.

Slowly the sparrow began to understand the blooms,and he no longer feared the coldbecause he realized that it was a part of life,and he knew that a fair price for life was death,because at least he understood open handsand at least he understood love.

The sparrow understood that pain can be love,and wilted or fresh blooms are still blooms.There will always be open handsand cold,and death.But there will also always be life.

A Sparrow’s Fears

Elena Ravizza '16

Jocelyn Pham '17

To pick up dog mess is a beautiful choreThe unbearable smell like rotting animals is all that you have to ignore

Look at the beauty of nature all bundled in that stack of poopThen just take your secured and gloved hand and simply scoop

Transfer it into a plastic bag and tie it up real tightDouble knot it, triple knot it, there is no wrong or right

Then dash to the man, ‘quick quick like a bunny’And claim what you’ve earned which you’ll discover is money

It’s a very easy job, no trouble at all

Wanted Poem

Angelina Augafa '19

KaleoOKamana’o

We rant and jeer and say all things wrongWe raise our voices in hateful song

We learn the lessons from history's pastAnd yet we still show slavery in our newscasts

We wait and hope and look to our fatesWe blame, foster hate and incriminate

We expect others to do whatever we wantGod forbid we take responsibility for the “injustices” we flaunt

Our lives are great, luxurious compared to mostAnd yet we refuse to be gracious hostsPeople in far worse situations than ours

Need help and yet we act as cold and distant as Mars

There are slogans like “make America great again”What does this mean? Don’t we need to make amends?

In the light of the media there is so much we can doAnd yet we focus on the hate and forming racist coups

We stick our necks where they are not neededand when help is wanted those calls remain unheeded

Corruption is rampant and needs to endMake America great, and leave out the “again”.

“Great”

Gillian Kelly '16

The wind howls through the treesand the leaves rustle gently as they dance.

All is peaceful, all is serene. Not even a ripple disturbs the great lake

as it glistens proudly in the sun. No creature, from land nor water, stirs.

Then suddenly the forest stirsas the songbirds flee the trees and the clouds seize the sun.

In their scurrying, the animals perform a panicked dance.The wild stampede tears ripples through the lake.

It’s no longer serene.

A gunshot rings out, disturbing the sereneforest; even the greatest beasts fearfully stir

at the strange two-legged creature that lingers near the lake.The crows fret nervously in the trees,

their morbid caws twisting the shadows into a dark dance.Then the moon defeats the sun.

In the eclipse, the sunretreats to a place where it is serene.

Bam - the bullet finds its victim; a fawn collapses in a macabre dance.The wildflowers weep, for peace is stirred.

Their tears are taken by the trees,which then carry them solemnly to the lake.

Over by the lake,the man stands triumphantly in the sun.

He doesn’t hear - he cannot hear - the mourning of the trees.He revels in his sacrifice of serenity.

Claiming his prize, he is all but stirred. In nature’s defeat, the man leaves in an arrogant dance.

And in his parting dance,nature is restored. The lake

sees no tides. The animals stirfrom their hiding places and into the sun.

The forest seems serene, but they know the truth. “Who is the true beast?” ask the trees.

It’s man and nature’s dance, encompassed in the sun.Still the lake; once more, all is serene.

Nothing stirs, nothing moves in the trees.

Mankind

Alex Araki '17

Jocelyn Pham '17

KaleoOKamana’o

They Don’t Understand

Anonymous

“They don’t understand”They say we are looting and holleringThey say we don’t know how to actThey say all lives matterThey say he was being aggressiveThey say I saw a gun“I got love for my brother but we can go nowhere unless we share with each other we gotta start makin’ changes” 2Pac one of the best poets of all timestated in the 90’s

They say poetry over a beat is nonsenseThey say it promotes violence and uses women as an objectBut they don’t listen to the lyricistThey don’t hear the struggleso they don’t hear the realityand the feelings in the rhyme.

So, we don’t wear hoodiesand we say I can’t breatheso, we get on our kneesso, we hold our hands upbut, we are tiredwe are tired of prejudice and racismwe are tired of stereotypeswe are tired of countless murder things have moved forward

Oprah has her own networkSerena and Venus Williams came from a rough neighborhood, but became two of the best tennis players everJanet Jackson one of the best entertainers and performers. Also an activist with her song rhythm nation “with music by our side to break the color lines letswork together to improve a way of lifejoin voices in protestto social injustice”Janet sang in this catchy tune of the late 80’s

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” Things have changed since Martin Luther King jr. said “I have a dream”but, sadly there will most probably never be an end to racismwe fight battles, but we haven’t fought the battle in our country.As said by Amanda Stanberg “What would America be like if we loved black people as much as we love black culture?”

Megumi Shimizu, grade 10

KaleoOKamana’o

ruffles its dusty feathers,rubbing its beak on the crumbling barkof the twisted ohiʻa lehua.weak sunshine tempts diminutive seedlings,like a dried starfish towards the chilling water.The wild boars trample the kalo,leaving their watery home full of filth,felling the sacred trees. The nēnē flock uplanddriven outby the noisy destructionof what once wastheir untouched nursery.The seals are suffocatingin their pelagic home, fishing lines chew, and the ocean swallows.But the oblivious ants continue to expand their crowded colony,as the hill they build on slowly crumbles.

The ‘Elepaio

Anela Donachie '19

Strawberry Fields Forever

Rachel Wong '16

When the days grew long, andthe skies turned clear and blue,

everyone knew, that summer had arrived.

In the green fields,bright berries flourished and gleamed, and dark cherries deepened in color.

Tiny children screamed with joyas their baskets teemed with fresh fruit.

Running through the bushes,they beamed with delight.

After a day of much sun,they returned home,

baskets filled to the brim,and their skin stained red.

Grinning ear to ear,one could see all the seeds stuck between their teeth.

Satisfied and full,they fanned themselves to cool,

and as they slumbered in the shade outside,the birds serenaded to the sky.

KaleoOKamana’o

Holly the horse who hated hay

wasted away day after day

her friends cried and her friends begged

but into eating she could not be egged

she simply grew thinner and thinner

there was nothing she wanted to eat for dinner

as days and weeks and months went past

her friends all looked on aghast

as the once healthy Holly the horse

lost her sense of purpose and force

her friends still tried to get her to eat

but that was no easy feat

until she wasted away

because Holly the Horse hated hay

Holly the Horse Who Hated Hay

Elena Ravizza '16

I amCourageous, Passionate, Iron-Jawed

I care about the rights of womenEquality is important to mePeace is important to me

Women’s voting rights are important to me“I always feel the movement is a sort of mosaic. Each of us puts in one little stone, and

then you get a great mosaic at the end.” -Alice PaulThough I was thrown in prison and force-fed, it helped me bring more awareness to my

causeThis world should have gender equality

It is important to fight for what you believe inThe oppression of women should not exist

I dream that one day, this world would see women as equal to men, and that we would receive the same opportunities

I am

Alice Paul

Angel Araki '19

I amkind, adventurous, and unconventional.

I care about other people.Family is important to me.

Having fun is important to me.The organization of Girl Scouts is important to me.

“Right is right, even if no one else does it.”The loss of my husband freed me to eventually find my sense of purpose.

I love art and travel.I love my friends.

I love empowering girls.I dream that the Girl Scouts will be international ambassadors for peace.

“Juliette Gordon Low”

Jordan Namba '19

Kaleo  O  Kamana’o

There is pink cotton candy in the sky I am in a sugar rush world

Full of crazy happiness Where there are candy cane trees

I am in a sugar rush world With lollipop flowers

Where there are candy cane treesThe Swedish fish are swimming in coca cola

With lollipop flowers There is a valley of colorful gumdrops

The Swedish fish are swimming in coca cola While the Laffy Taffys are laughing

There is a valley of colorful gumdrops And an ice cream winter wonderlandWhile the Laffy Taffys are laughing

The Oreos crumble down from the Oreo mountain

And an ice cream winter wonderland With a mint chocolate river

The Oreos crumble down from the Oreo mountain The chocolate fountain flows like a waterfall

With a mint chocolate river Sometimes it rains sprinkles

The chocolate fountain flows like a waterfallThe gummy bears are frolicking around

Sometimes it rains sprinkles Full of crazy happiness

The gummy bears are frolicking around There is pink cotton candy in the sky

Alyssa Kumamoto '16

I Dream of Candy

Kaleo  O  Kamana’o

Kids filed in.I scanned the white walled prison for a familiar face, But only a blur of similar blank ones met my gaze. I slid back into my rigid chair, And my scruffy old sneakers squeaked as they scuffed the white linoleum floor.My knees bounced; and they grazed the bumpy gum-belly of the small grey desk I sat at. This school should manage their desks, I whispered. The walls held their breath as the absence of laughter rolled off of them.I leaned back, and I admired the neatly organized room; However, not a splash of color touched inside the frames of the pristine canvas of the painting.Our only escape exit, not far from my desk, was a singular polished orange door. Part of our fates would be determined in this antarctic place. No one said a word; I could cut the tension in the room with a moderately large knife. I could sense the nerves and anxiety bouncing off the people; Many had cold sweats and gaunt faces like they hadn't prepared, or didn’t sleep the night before. Tick, tick, tick. I tilted my head back; my weak eyes couldn’t see the hands on the black clock. She passed the crisp, white test packets out,And I knew.I had to get out.Fluorescent lights pulsated from above, and the white pages of the test seemed to burn my eyes.Minutes passed.Each kid got up and left,One at a time,Until it was time for me to go. I got up, smiled to the teacher, and left behind the white walls,The organized room, the gum under the desks, and the teacher, who waited patiently for us to finish.As I left, I thought,I will never take this test again.

SSAT Room

Haele Sato '19

KaleoOKamana’o

A baby was conceived, a wee little thing, not very large at all. It began to grow,

and grew bigger and bigger, a steady growth. Then it was born, he was named

Enoch. He stayed the same size for a little while and then grew even more.

When he was about twelve he got taller, and at fifteen he grew larger than his

two parents. He stayed the same height, but he was not aware of the disease

slowly causing him to shrink, old age. Enoch passed away and his body was

cremated, he was now nothing much more than a bunch of ashes. His ashes were

spread in a grand ceremony and he was left to rest.

The Story of Enoch

Anonymous

Heather Gallacher '17

La Pietra Hawaii School for Girls

2933 Poni Moi Road Honolulu, HI 96815

808-922-2744