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Hello there! My name is Imani Dene Smith. My name, except for my last of course, originates from the Swahili’s native language. The beauty of my ancestors is shown through me.

In media there is a lot that develops behind the scenes to create one segment or episode. The thought that all those behind the camera, controlling all machinery, really adds significance to the women and men at work to make the shows and movies we love.

I am so exited for Youth Journalism Day! I can't wait to make new friends!!!:)

Everything in life is relative.

Candy what is good candy?

      A Huge Disaster happened in Colorado, Englewood  a micro burst exploded in the back yards of some of the people living in Englewood. 

    Some days we all have that kind of day that was just kind of silly like you are being tickled all day. 

     Life with brothers can be fun but most of the time it is very difficult. Read my Story and you will understand.   

Love is respect, not violence.


A poem from the perspective of a child refugee.

This book rocks you should read it yourself.

It was one of those summers where life could not have been better or more carefree. Days were filled with rain and sunshine and mud; we became children of the Earth, farmers of the Burren. From clucking chickens and freshly laid eggs to the distant baaing of sheep. For once there was complete silence or at least the silence of a farmyard. . . the mooing of cows, laughter of rain, and busy presence of honey and bumblebees.

This here is one of the #1 Colorado Rockies fan

My eyes scan the rows of meat in the store,
Neon price stickers flash prices,
These stickers don’t show the animals’ war.

Beauty standards are overrated,

I open up a magazine girls thin and lean,

Models with pale skin and no flaws.



As youth, we would suckle sweet nectar from the tree of life,
Fearless youth with relentless energy and powerful radiance, free of strife,
Free minds scribbling stories of far off places with mythical wildlife.