scrolled down until i found the “Become a Fashion Designer – Start a Fashion Design Business” link. I clicked on it. That

took me to the FabJob website. I read through the site and decided that it was a worthwhile purchase, so i clicked on

the “Buy now” link located at the bottom of the screen. It led me through the purchase process. I hope this guide is as

beneficial to you as it has been to me.

been re-stitching some of my old projects that I did by hand. Then on Wednesday, we went to Wal Mart and got some

new fabrics and patterns, and I started a dress that I have almost finished, I just have to hem the bottom (it’s pink and

purple). I have also made a shirt and a matching skirt with cotton jersey (t-shirt material). I have started some online

classes for school, I have the ACT tomorrow, I have been looking for a job, and I will be going on Monday to get my

summer reading books.

mind to the paper to the workroom. The tutorial was on ehow.com and the instructor was Lauren Bradley. It was actually

more informative than I thought it would be and I am glad to say that I took a lot from it. She gave me shortcuts and

color tips which I have taken into account. I will be asking dad tomorrow to go to Michael’s to get me more supplies.

there. When we were younger, Jazz and I used to make Barbie Doll clothes out of old socks, so we just took some of the

designs that we remembered, and some new ones (like my homecoming dress for my senior year which was inspired by a

book I read) and brought them to the company.

Fresh needles ready for the bruised meat

Giving scraps of mettle to the supplier of the heat

As we thrust gods nail into defeat

Until we see the red sheet dump into the back seat

The hypocrite minister

Rebuking the bad but is the biggest sinner

Taking life from the incubator

When he slaps the woman after he says he loves her

Closing the pearly gates so no one can see the wife beater

The shoot shoot bang bang

Now hes staring at the clang

Not wanting to hang

He slides the heat under the fangs

Of the gate and walks away before he gets hanged

The sagging of the jeans

Always grabbing his beans

When he takes out his machine

And points it at the mysterious king holding his queen

Now he closes his eyes trying not to remember the seen

The used and abused

Big brown eyes always looking confused

Her talents always being misused

Acting is what she should have pursued

Instead of being that thing he uses when he isn’t amused

The richness of the violence

Being payed by the biggest audience

Watching in admirance

The young watch the disobedience

Now the world isn’t blessed by their appearance

Their watching us world wide

Using us as their guide

To another genocide

Afraid that Our worlds will collide

They watch us fall down from the sidelines

We are

The needles in the street

The man beating his woman into concrete

The wannabe cheat

The killing in discrete

The bloody night repeat

The mockery of the violent heat

The symbol of mistreat

We are America The Beautiful

Jazmin Potts

have them posted tonight. Our old sewing machine has died on us, so we will be getting a new one at the end of this

week. For all of you who didn’t hear, Jazz, mom and I were on the Michael Baisden Show this evening. We were

fortunate to get through his very busy phone lines, and he put the line on blast. Since Jazz is a poet, we have

incorporated her poetry into the designs and on t-shirts. You can check some of her poems out on the site.

~ Nia

You see I am the reason that you will die

I came out of my mother with poison

Waiting to give to all of you in small proportion

Throwing the last bottle in the ocean

You see my mother cried when she found out that she was going to die

Trying her best to think of nothing less

As I stabbed her in the chest

Yes I heard what the doctors had to say but didn’t listen

All I could think about was what I could throw away and wouldn’t be missing

They say I let her loose to much blood

Blood as in color

Color as in that thing she cant see anymore because I threw my old cans at her all of a sudden

They say she will flood

And the glaciers will never return frozen

I cant swim so I hope the doctors will give me a warning

I got the animals singing “Its getting hot in here”

But I don’t care

Shes going to die anyways

Maybe because I played “Gasolina” to much in her air

I watch her go high into the sky

Hoping one day I will fly

Please don’t be mistaken

I gave my mother things because she wasn’t smart to get an abortion

I walk around her body

memorizing what my children will never see for I HAVE KILLED MY MOMMY

I watch the polar bears and the penguins

Hoping one of them will not give in

I say to myself “just keep swimming”

Hoping they will find someone else’s mother to feed off of

Forgive me

For stabbing my mother in the breast

Who cares about the rest

As I slid the needle farther and farther in her chest

I hope you all can forgive me for not trying to revive her from the stress that I have caused her over the years

Forgive Me

For giving you all the plague that will kill you when this is over

Maybe next time I will listen and not shove that last piece of paper over my shoulder

Jazmin Potts