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Science Building Breaking Ground

Science Building Breaking Ground

Setting a Gold Standard in Green Architecture

by Natalie Whilby-Patterson in News

The innovative new science building brings green architecture and new opportunities to the Bronx.… Post the First Comment

Computer Thefts Continue

by Jennifer Efthymious in News

Thieves continue to plunder the campus laptops and equipment in not so random robberies across campus. … Post the First Comment

Apathy Mars Student Election

by Alisia Cordero in News

Lack of student involvement leaves candidates running unopposed. … Post the First Comment
Jean-Pierre Sprints Ahead

Dorothy Jean Pierre sprints ahead of the pack.

Jean-Pierre Sprints Ahead

by Tom Stoelker in Sports

Stellar athlete Dorothy Jean-Pierre tells how training, competing, and most of all, supporting her teammates keeps her on track.… Post the First Comment
Art Gallery Gets Grant

Art Gallery Gets Grant

by Cedric Streeter in Arts & Entertainment

After receiving a substantial grant from the Institute of Museum and Library Services, the Lehman College Art Gallery plans to enhance its community art programs.… Post the First Comment
Success Shines on NABA President

Jo-Ann Winter (right) at the club fair with the NABA's Vice President Alyna Brown

Success Shines on NABA President

by Tiffany Brown in Student Life

Jo-Ann Winter tallies the ways Lehman and the National Association of Black Accountants club cleared a path for her future.… Post the First Comment

Lehman Remembers Ken Ross

by Angel Vitiello in Arts & Entertainment

The Lehman community pay tribute to the JCT Department theater director.… Post the First Comment

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Photograph by Aracelis Diamanis
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Open Mic

Hoodwinked
by Marcus C. John

This life aint no fairy tale.
There are no kisses from the sun,
or lullabies by the moon at night.
Wrens and blue jays don't sing
a song of redemption around here.
Sirens and profanity are the soundtrack
of my life.

Off to grandma's house to give her
another package of her grown folk
goodies. You would think after years of trippin
she would finally get up. I still remember two years back
when she gave me this red hoody for my ninth birthday.
Its still my favorite. I was high off of life,
but she was just high.

I can see Mr. Lobo pouncing toward me
from a distance. His usual basehead
attire. A dark trench coat, patent leather snakes,
a top hat, and that scraggly beard.
He howls where am I going? but he knows,
the same place he's going. Smooth and charismatic he is.
A real wolf in sheep's clothing.

Arriving at grandma's house I get a sense
of nostalgia. I can still smell the sweet aroma of
cookies and coke in the afternoon. I drop her basket off,
she doesn't even notice I'm there.
She's already reached her happily ever after.
I pass Mr. Lobo and the rest of the pack
on my way out. In a sense,
they're on their way out too.

Seven-story subsidiaries replace oak trees
in my enchanted forest. I throw a prayer
into the sky and hope it reaches heaven. Maybe one
day God will rain down blessings on those around me.
Until then, I keep my red hoody up to shield me from
the big and the bad.

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