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Name: Arlene S.
Age: 15
Title: (No Title Poem)
Think of a blue sky turning purple with every shift of the clouds,
Dream of a world when I am queen and the people are bitter sweet,
Look at a stop sign and see the roses around it's white lettering to spell out your retreat,
Smell a baby's smile as he kicks playfully in the crib.
These are Just The Simple Things in life,
I USE MY IMAGInation to Expand them.
Truly ours This Life.
Name: Alethia B.
Age: unknown
Title: (no title)
Drugs kill.
Drugs steal your mind.
Drugs keep your soul.
Unkind.
Drugs injure your body.
Drugs keep you on the street.
Keep you without a job.
No money to eat.
Thrown from society.
You can’t get through.
Drugs keep you away from being you.
Drugs are addictive.
Drugs are bad.
Leave them alone.
Or you’ll get stuck.
Drugs will leave you helpless.
Drugs can’t keep you up.
Name: KC S.
Age: 17
Title: Spinning In and Out
As the day drifts by a light flashes across my face.
A hiss of contempt, as I have to take three steps back so that the shadows cover me.
Walking in black, blending in, watching the light leave the sky.
As I look into a pond the blue moon shines.
My eyes sparkle to become white.
The weights fall off and I can fly.
The black becomes silver I spin once.
Hair brushes my ankles I spin twice.
Stars appear I spin thrice.
The ground sways with the wind as well as I.
The night surrounds and holds the day away.
Yet I feel the bright light coming.
The stars fade I fall once.
My hair brushes my chin I fall twice.
The silver dulls to black I fall thrice.
The moon bids the pond goodbye.
I touch the ground hand and knees.
It is coming it will be here soon.
A quick scan of the sky makes my eyes hide their colors.
Sulking back towards shelter watching the last speck of the night flung away.
Settling into the security of the dark, I let sleep carry me on.
So I can feel connected once more, so I can sparkle again.
Name: Dena R.
Age: 14
Title: Blank canvas (a poem)
This blank paper, a canvas, an empty soul,
Waiting for its life to be made.
Why can't a canvas make its own painting?
Because you make its picture.
Just like you make her life.
She has no control, she sits helpless and waits.
Waits for her blank paper, her canvas, her empty soul,
To be completed without her.
Where is her control?
When will they see,
They are not building her,
But destroying what could have been.
Next time you fill a canvas, look closer.
Climb into the depths of tomorrow,
And grasp what the canvas really wants.
Your watercolors will never be right
on someone else's canvas.
Because they are your paints on her canvas.
Do not make the painting for her,
Just give her the brushes and step back.
Watch as she completes her own canvas.
Her own blank paper, her empty soul.
Let her depend on herself
As you sit back and let her have a life
To be molded on her own.
Watch her fill in the canvas,
Her canvas. Her empty soul.
Waiting for her own life, not yours.
Name: Alethia B.
Age: unknown
Title: (no title)
Sunken face
Your heart races
Blank stare
Death in the night.
Family doesn't care.
Not in sight.
Money is low.
Spending for show.
The high doesn't last
You don't have class.
No time for relationships.
No time for game.
Drugs are your marriage.
Insane
Jail is your consequence.
So is death.
So no or drugs will take your
last breath.
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