The Voice of Butte College
since 1997
Student Life
To Whom it May Concern,
We recognize the importance of honoring
and respecting the sovereignty, culture, and history of the Indigenous communities who have
lived on and cared for these lands since time immemorial . . .
Basic Needs Center Basics
... huge food pantry, housing resources, hygiene resources, and providing assistance applying for Cal Fresh! . . . .
Letter from the Editor
Sports
Roadrunners Silence Cougars
Butte’s softball team took a pair of wins against Lassen on their last regular season home
games.
Opinion
Adidas Finally Gets Women's Sports Right
Now designed to fit the female body, the new uniforms eliminate some issues previously caused by
styles made for male athletes.
Interactive
In honor of National Poetry Month, we hosted a poetry competition. All poems considered were submitted by you, the reader. We have collected the best of the best for you, but the first-place winner was...
Starchild
Justin Mcclarrinon
Love your life,
share your gifts,
we all thank you.
To the center of the universe,
we return as one,
having lived,
still alive,
love.
-JWM
FIRST PLACE
BC Roadrunner
Dear readers,
Sometimes I find difficulty admitting my own truest loves.
I think this is true for many artists, outside-the-box thinkers, and general go-against-the-grainers. It's not that I am embarrassed by my work, it's that I have heard all of the replies before. Even now, with published work and two semesters of college journalism, I am reluctant to admit I am (or want to be) a writer. However, since it is National Poetry Month, I wanted to share with you something I wrote about this exact feeling:
Well Written
By Emma Peterson
How silly, how romantic, how incredibly vintage
it is to assume you can be a writer today.
The Bard is dead and so are all the good ideas.
I redden and spit out some practical use for the education,
embarrassed to say I believe it will work.
I could unsheath the razor-sharp edge
of my tongue and leave them cut to bits.
It's all too well known that
I’m rather quick with it.
Or perhaps,
I watch
as words drip thick from my lips like sweet honey.
They’ve never heard it said that way before
it dances them through the caverns of their apparently empty mind.
They still won’t see it.
“You’re so well spoken!”
Alas, I am well written.
So, my fellow artists, outside-the-box thinkers, and general go-against-the-grainers, I urge you not to let your voice shake when speaking of your passions because that will embarrass you more than try, that much I am sure of.
I believe in you,
Emma.
