Literature

I will never be a 900-year-old Time Lord

Oh, the nature of a futile dream.

Nor will David Tennant or Matt Smith - sorry, I mean "The Doctor"

Ever love me like he loved Rose or Sara Jane.

Children overlooked lead overlooked lives.

Their toil to be seen through our eyes.

Why do some forget that time is short.

Each day brings us near the end.

I wanted to tell the truth; I did it. I am walking to the police station, neither fast nor slow. I look up to the sky and tell myself, "That's right. The innocent will get out of jail."

This might be the third thing that goes right in my life. Of course, one of these things is that I met him. Before I tell this story, I have to draw a picture that reveals a secret.

April 4. I still remember this date. Everything outside was turning green to welcome the nice weather. After finishing the prolonged winter, the world now was full of vigor.

The National Council of Negro Women hosted the Midwest Poetry Vibe in the Milo Bail Student Center Ballroom on Wed. Nov. 3 from 7 to 10 p.m. The event was open-mic style and presented live music from Omaha R&B band The Last Few.