Student Publishing Program ::

Rebecca Zola

For The Record

When you play me, you can hear what is inside
my soul spinning on a DJ table,
or crackling on the machine in an otherwise quiet room.
Just listen.

I can’t be put on an iPod, no boom box allowed.
I am a unique treasure - the kind you can only find in the tucked away antique store
that only the brave ones enter.
For those who find me,
they know it was worth looking and taking the gamble
of perhaps leaving the shoppe
empty handed.

Like a mix tape or a record album, I play many tunes-
The energetic song you bob your head to in the car with the windows down
The somber track that makes you curl up and grab the chocolate bar
the one where the lyrics make no sense, but you love how the words sound together
the romantic love song that makes you blush when you sing the words out loud
the soul track that has you snapping along, “Amen brother!”
the dramatic show tune that takes you back to broadway in the ‘20s
the rock ballad that makes you feel like you can stand up to anyone.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]