Name: Falen Acon
Residence: San Diego California
Age: 15 (almost 16)
Birthday: Jan 4, 2000 (Capricorn)
School: Don't worry about it!
Grade: 10th (Sophomore)
Class Of: 2018
Favorite Color: Ballet Pink, Gun Metal Gold and Burgundy
Favorite Flower: Wild Flowers, Roses & Sunflowers
Hobbies: Dancing and Poetry
Favorite Food: Pizza
Favorite Drink: Strawberry and Root Beer Soda
Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream (Shakes) (any flavor)
Happy Place (place that makes me happy): Beach or Dance Studio
Career Path: Professional Dancer
Lucky Day: Saturday
Lucky Number: 3
Favorite Number: 7
Friends: Christan Zeal, Elsa Angelica and Drevon Young
Goals:  Find true love, Find happiness and Travel World
Favorite Artists: Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Drake, PartyNextDoor, Post Malone, ILoveMakonnen, Rae Sremmurd, RDGLDGRN, Kyle, A.$.A.P Rocky, G-Eazy and Zayn Malik
Celebrity Crushes: Zayn Malik, Justin Bieber,  RED (from RDGLDGRN) and Steph Curry (GSW)
Favorite NBA Team: Golden State Warriors (GSW)
Favorite NFL Team: North Carolina Panthers
Favorite MLB Team: Chicago Cubs
Favorite College Football Team: LSU Tigers
Favorite Nascar Driver: Kasey Kahne
Future College: Texas State University (TSU) or Something :)
Future Sorority: Delta Sigma Theta (DST) /_\

"Taking It Home to Jerome"**
by David Kirby


~~~

In Baton Rouge, there was a DJ on the soul station who was
always urging his listeners to ‘‘take it on home to Jerome.’’

No one knew who Jerome was. And nobody cared. So it
didn’t matter. I was, what, ten, twelve? I didn’t have anything

to take home to anyone. Parents and teachers told us that all
we needed to do in this world were three things: be happy,

do good, and find work that fulfills you. But I also wanted
to learn that trick where you grab your left ankle in your

right hand and then jump through with your other leg.
Everything else was to come, everything about love:

the sadness of it, knowing it can’t last, that all lives must end,
all hearts are broken. Sometimes when I’m writing a poem,

I feel as though I’m operating that crusher that turns
a full-sized car into a metal cube the size of a suitcase.

At other times, I’m just a secretary: the world has so much
to say, and I’m writing it down. This great tenderness.



---


A professor at Florida State University, David Kirby is the author of 12 collections of poetry, including ‘‘Get Up, Please,’’ which will be published next month by LSU Press.

i look at things from the wrong perspective
like ****, look at all the time i’ve wasted
i always forget how young i really am
so i study my past like it's an exam...
but **** it. let’s just erase it.
i'm forcing myself to stare straight forward,
look to the future and embrace it.

i’m always stressin' about who i wanna be
i know i have potential
there’s a lot more to see from me
like yeah, knowing is half the battle
but doing is more than i can fathom

i’ve got friends and family saying
“do you, dani, go get ‘em…”
which is why I started school at LSU
only to find a group of fake friends
and career paths with a dead ends
and I sit here and wonder
when will I become exactly what God intends?

all my life, I’ve been waiting on the day
where I have the confidence to say
exactly what’s on my mind - heart and soul combined
and do my part for mankind
but for now, i will be patient
look to the future and embrace it.

"Love like your father"
So I'll love as strong as his wrists
And as sweet as his wink
And as long as his hair

I'll love as tender as his smile
And as melodious as his laugh
And as diligent as his discipline

I'll love as smart as his opinions
And as loud as his whistle
But still as imperfect as his bent fingers

I'll love as open as his front door
And as giving as his hands
And as keen as his judgement

I'll love like he loved LSU
And fried chicken
I'll love like he loved his tractor
And watching birds

I'll love how he loved my mother  
And Jesus
I'll love like he loved the ones he didn't like
And those who didn't deserve it

I'll love because my father loved
He taught me to love by loving me

"Love like your father"
And so I'll love like my father does