Runner Ups and
Honorable Mentions
for the Written Category
2003 KarMel Scholarship Entry
Runner Up - Written
"The Girl Who Could Fly"
By Lauren Scott - Iowa
Runner Up - Written
"E-Mail to Mr. Dalhgren"
(personal story)
By David Dow - Massachusetts
Honorable Mention - Written
"Doubly Divine"
By Katie Jares -Iowa
Honorable Mention - Written
"Pretty Girl" and "What about Me?"
(poem and personal story)
By Kristi Maldonado - Washington
When she was little
She wished she could fly
She practiced all day
Tonight was the night to try
She went to her toy box
Got out her long cape
Climbed the steps to the roof
And whispered for the birds to wait
Luckily that night
Her best friend followed her walk
And talked her out of flying
Simply with idle talk
By the time she was a little more grown
She knew that she wasn't the same
She liked guy things
And her feelings she knew were more than a game
She knew the body she was in
Was not really right
And somewhere along the line
She got lost in an endless night
One tranquil day
She knew she couldn't go on alone
She called up her best friend
In an attempt to get comfort over the phone
But as she spoke
To her friend of many years
She could hear the disgust in her friends voice
Her friend didn't understand her fears
So finally without idle talk to stop her
She climbed the stairs to take her flight
Alone in her world up high
She leapt to join the birds of the night
When they discovered her body the next day
The sky shed tears because life had finally taken its toll
But the birds up high knew better than to weep
Because they had obtained her beautiful soul.
    Mr. Dahlgren gave us his email address, so we could email him with any questions about class and life.  One day the word "faggot" was spoken in class by some classmates I have long since forgotten.  Mr. Dahlgren explained why that was a bad choice of words and ended up giving the student a detention.   That night I e-mailed Mr. Dahlgren with my thanks for how well he handled the situation and how he made me feel safe in his class, as a gay student.  I didn't sign my name because I was in the closet and too afraid.  We corresponded online for weeks.  Mr. Dahlgren was very supportive of his online gay student.  I was happy to be able to talk about how I felt with someone that I didn't have to worry about having a negative reaction or judging me.

     After a couple of weeks I had gathered enough courage to finally tell Mr. Dahlgren that I was his online student.  In a personal opinion essay I wrote my e-mail address on the last line.  On the day we had to pass in the essay I felt like I was going to throw up.  I knew that Mr. Dahlgren would be cool, but still I had never told anyone about me.  I passed the paper to the front of my row and hoped that he didn't look at mine right then, I think I would have cried if he had.  Thankfully he just put them in a folder and continued teaching.  The comment he made on my paper was a very eloquent smiley face next to my e-mail address.  I felt a lot better after I saw that winking face stare back at me from my paper.  After class Mr. Dahlgren asked me if I would be interested in forming a Gay/Straight Alliance.  I said "sure," and the next thing I know I was sitting in a room with about forty other students and teachers explaining why we were there. 

     The bulk of the students were from Stage One, the threater club, but there were a few other students interested in the GSA.  The only thing that bothered me was that as everyone went around the room, they were saying the same things "I wanna make the school safe for everyone."  This is a fine thing to wish for, but not one person said anything different.  And when it was my turn to say why I was there.  All I could thing to say was, "I'm gay." I had never said those words out loud.  It was a huge relief, but at the same time, I was terrified.  I was afraid because I had just come out to a room of forty people that I didn't even know all that well.  I don't remember what happend after.  A friend told me that everyone stood up, clapped and congratulated me.  It was a good way of coming out for the second time and a good reaction fro the first time saying the words out loud.

     The first time I came out, it was in an email addres, typed by my shaking hands.  The first time I said I was gay was the absolute most terrifying moment in my life, and one of the most character building experiences I have had.
I love to make love to another woman,
I make sure to do it like no one else can.
I love to touch her body and it's every curve,
Only to her, no one else can deserve.
The beauty of both female bodies,
Both knowing each other's needs.
Both having the same anatomy,
Soft, smooth, sexy.
Working together - no way could it be wrong,
Perfect like music notes in a song.
In the same motion, and rhythm,
The way it should have always been.
My prettygirl is what she is to me,
And that's the way it will always be.
Pretty Girl
kiss me baby.
kiss me hard.
kiss me 'til
you so mine.
touch me.
take me in you hands
damn baby,
you so divine.
tease me, taunt me
rub you tits
next to mine.
run you fingers
through my hair
tortured 'til
you blow my mind.
baby, just you
and i.
Damn Baby!
we two sistahs,
we divine.

Note: Misspelling and dialect are added for effect.
Da Night
she an' me,
we get it on,
goin' at it,
all nigh' long.
yes, lord, we
got it on.
goin' down on her
tha whole nigh' long.
runnin' my tongue,
tween her legs,
her legs,
shit, dae beautiful.
all long and
like a deer.
and down dar
in wonderland,
my nose buried
in her.
scent of her
desire, jus burns
right through my
and i can't help
bu' wan' some
more of her,
more of her taste,
damn, just wan'
want her ta burn,
want her to cum,
just tas see
her tremble,
lord it gits me
in tha state.
an' i fell my
body begin ta
quiver in deligh
an' soon,
i right up dar
with her.
jus floatin' awa.
she and i,
lord she my
she my
and damn,
she gits me high.
tha my girl.
an' tha my drug,
an' tha i damn
thankful for.
The Girls
we two dark sistahs
we doubly divine.
we make sweet love to each other
we each others
sinful past time
an' jus look at
her body!
she just so fine.
those chocolate tits
tha so nice
an' tha flat
stomach tha
lead to the wonder land.
all of her,
her million braid,
an' proud head,
tha sexy tongue,
thas all mine.
She's da color o'
coffe 'n cream.
me, i so damn
black, me i gleam.
we fit togetha,
me so dark
with her lit ass,
but she my
baby, my angel,
my dark daydream.
she an' me
we lay naked
on tha floor.
an' we taste
each other
feed up on
da passion
an' let our
tongues explore.
(evil grinning)
yo' know wha
i mean.
she an' me,
we ain't so dirty,
but o, neither,
neither we clean.

    I have been reading various articles about homosexual parents and their children.  How they have to fight the system to keep their children because they are in a same-sex relationship  How single parents have to worry about meeting someone new who will accept their child.  Somewhere in today's world, we have forgotten about the individual who is the other half to the story and who plays an important role.  Co-parents, these are the people we forget.  They give emotional support to their partner as well as their child and help fight for custody.  They also help raise the child by nurturing them with love, giving financial support, and providing a loving home.  After showing these things to the child, they come to love, cherish, and adore their co-parent just as much as they love, cherish, and adore the child.  Co-parents are the ones who get pushed aside when lawyers, doctors, and schoools are involved as well as by the biological parent, or opposite-sex parent figure and their family members.  I would like to reveal my story and express my feelings on this matter, which a number of other co-parents have similar feelings that I do.
What about Me?
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"E-mail to Mr. Dahgren" - David Dow - MA
"The Girl Who Could Fly" - Lauren Scott - IA
"Prettygirl" and "What about Me" - Kristi Maldonado- WA
"Doubly Divine" - Katie Jares - IA