Seattle Preparatory School's Arts Magazine
Franny Broderson ‘24
I saw a woman:
Towering, eccentric, powerful.
Admiring her majestic plump hands,
Thinking, how wonderful.
How wonderful it is to be different.
Her kind runs the world
I live in it.
That’s why I didn’t run.
Why I didn’t see it coming.
Why I was smashed.
Why would
She kill me
When all we
Are is
Different?
Franny Broderson ’24
We lose our minds.
Lost like misplaced keys
Subconsciously stashed in your pocket.
Whispers of guilt and curiosity buzz in your ear.
You want to feel the magnetic keyboard
Pulling your fingers.
You want to lose your mind
To the one that’s fake.
El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24
I have so many questions
So many thoughts
But a voice so quiet
And young
It is drowned in the echos
it holds no power
They all decide what I learn
As I sit back and watch
Like an owl observing the world
My life falls into their hands
How come my voice does not matter?
I am right here
I shout
Ask me what I want
My shouts turn to murmurs
Trying to differentiate right and wrong
I stumble around seeking the answer
Franny Broderson ’24
Is wanted dead
By the people who like knowing
They are only human.
Spines of kids in stiff rows ache.
Maybe half think for themselves,
But all are watched.
Watched by the people who like knowing.
Watched by the thing that does.
The mind is taking its first steps,
While some try leading it off a cliff.
Muffled shouts while only humans wrangle.
Now loose spines are silently home.
CLICK Click click…
answer Answer ANSWER.
It only knows when we let it.
El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24
A full classroom
A lost teacher
A confused society
All seeking one answer.
How much do we teach?
What is too much?
The students have questions.
But the teachers can’t answer.
Politics and children:
A mix we don’t want.
Parents hurt.
Teachers stuck in the middle.
When did getting an education become so controversial?
Aubrey Iversen ’25
Aubrey Iversen ’25
Isabella Gutierrez ’27
Niya Lal
Niya Lal ’27
