Fallen Angels

FallenAngels

poetrybyresidentsoftheCyndiKrierTaylor

JuvenileCorrectionalTreatmentCenter

inpartnershipwithGeminiInkacenterforliteraryarts&ideas

Summer2004©2004GeminiInk

Foreword

Thepoetryinthisanthologywaswrittenbyyoungpeople,butit’snotkidstuff.It’sgrittyanduncompromising,reflectingtheveryadultpainandstrugglethewritershaveexperienced.Itspeaksoflovelostandfound,ofthejoyofcommunityandthelonelinessofseparation,oftrustandbetrayalonthedeepestlevels,offaithanddespair,offierceprideandabjecthumiliation,ofmistakesandmisjudgmentsandattemptstosetthingsright. Butmostly,itspeaksofcourage,foritalwaystakescouragetospeakthetruthnecessarytotheprocessofrebuildinglives. Fortwoyears,GeminiInkwriter-in-residenceDaveRutschmanhasworkedwiththecourageousyoungpeopleattheCyndiTaylorKrierJuvenileCorrectionalTreatmentCenter.Inpoetryworkshopsliketheonethatresultedinthisanthology,theyexplorewaysoftellingtheirownstories,foritisthroughsharingstoriesthatwelearnhowtolive. Inthisanthology,theyoungpoetsarejoinedbystudentsfromSAYSí,agraphicartsprogramforinner-cityyouth.Theirphotographsspeakasloudlyaswords,reflectingtheirinnerthoughtsandemotionsandthestarkbeautyoftheworldaroundthem. Read,reflect,andsharetheirstrugglesandtheirtriumphs.

--BettButlerDirector,WritersinCommunities

GeminiInk

GeminiInk’sworkattheCyndiTaylorKrierJuvenileCorrectionalTreatmentCenter

andthispublicationweremadepossibleby:TheBexarCountyWomen’sBarFoundation

TheNationalEndowmentfortheArtsThe San Antonio Express-News

TesoroPetroleum

Specialthanksto:DaveRutschman,Writer-in-Residence

GlennFaulk,ActivitiesDirector,CyndiTaylorKrierCenterJonHinojosa,ExecutiveDirector,SAYSí

ClaudioAguillon,VisualArtsAssociateDirector,SAYSíRosemaryCatacalos,ExecutiveDirector,GeminiInk

Cover:Plaintive

Brian GonzalezAge 17

FallenAngels 5

FallenAngels 5

StephanieO.

WoundsandSorrowsDedicated to my love, we’ll always be together

ThinkingbackandsometimesforwardIseemebeinglowered.Iamyoung,beautiful,andhaveavoiceofanangel.Imakepeopleweakthewayhemakesmefeelinatangle.Iamthecolorthatrepresentsstrength.IamHispanicwiththefullestlength.Iamaqueeninforeigncountries.Iamaloverthatisassoftasadoveandassweetasarose.Iamaleaderofunknownthings,Iamagirlfriendandeverythinginbetween.Iamagoddess,Apreciousgem.Iamsomethingyouwanttolookwithin.SometimesIcryatnight,youcan’tseeitbecauseyoudon’tknowmysecretsAndeverythingthatliesinside.MystomachturnsAndsometimesIyearntofeellikeI’vebeenerasedandsomisplaced.IhavesomanyscarsandpainthatsometimesIwanttocryinvain.Youseewhypeoplewanttojudgeme,Yettheydon’tunderstandmyinsidesandconfusion.I’mnotabigillusion.Ihaveasignwhenpeoplecomenearthatsaysnointrusion.Ireallycan’texplainit.WhatIdonowisLife.ThinkingbackandsometimesforwardIseemebeingbitterlylowered.

6 FallenAngels FallenAngels 7

RaymondU.

MyLifeHasChanged

Iusedtosellalotofdrugs,Andhungoutwithgangmembersandthugs,Ihadsomanythingsandalotofmoney,AndwhenIhurtpeopleIthoughtitwasfunny.I’vegottenintoalotoftroubleandranawayfromcops,Andmyhomeboysgavemealotofprops,I’veseensomeofmyfriendsgetkilledinfrontofmyeyes,Becauseofsomeofourstupidlies,I’vehurtmyfamilyandmyself,Takingawaymyfutureandmyhealth,IneverthoughtIwouldgetlockedup,AndwhenIdidmylifewasstuck.

ButnowIthinkI’mdoingalotbetter,Andmylifehaschangedjustliketheweather,IneverthoughtIcouldsucceed,ButnowI’mstayingawayfromtheweed,Myfutureissomuchclearer,AndIseeadifferentpersonwhenIlookinthemirror.


Water SpotsAaronGallegos

Age 14


JoshuaG.

Success

Successisawonderfulfeeling,kindoflikewhenyouputonthatprettydresswithoutanycauseofstress.

Issuccessthegainingofwealthandfameorisittheoutcomeofawonderfulgame?

Isitonewhosucceedsevenifitmeansjusttopee.Somepeoplethinkit’sgreed.ButIthinkit’sthebeginningofanewseed.

Successiseverythingtogainright,butyoucanreallyloseeverything,itcanleaveyouwiththatremainingbruise.Kindoflikewhenyoufindthosematchingshoes.


RoyG.

WhatisPain?

It’sthestuffthathurts,It’sthestuffatwork,Everytimeyoucry.

It’sthethingsyousee,It’stheheavyweight,Wheneversomeonedies.

It’sthephysicalandmental,It’stheemotionallystressing,Attimeswhenyouwannagiveup.

It’sabullettotheheart,Orarelativedying,Thestuffthatmakesyoustoptrying.

It’swhattheworldhasalotofAndlikestogivetoothersButwon’tshowloveforthemselvesoranother.

It’swhataltersyourdecisionsIt’stherootofallevilAnditmostdefinitelycandestroyyou.

It’sthedirtythingcalledpain.


RosalieV.

I’magirlwhositsaloneatthemiddleofthenight,WonderingwhyIputmylifeaside,BeforeIevengottothelight.I’magirlwhoseneverfacedphysicalabuse,Butsomehowledintodruguse.Itterrifiesmetonotknowwhathappenedonthosenights,Whateveritwasmessedmeupforlife.ManytimesIaskmyself,wheredidIgowrong?WhydidIusethesesubstancestomakemefeelbetteraboutmyself?IguessthisisthepriceIhavetopay,knowingIhavetoliveitdaybyday.AttimesIfeelalone,Iwannamoveonbutdon’tknowwheretostart,Ikeeptellingmyselfalltheselies,Iwannaforgivemyself,AlthoughmyeyesstarttowaterandIbegintocry.Somethinginmeisburningforlove,somethinginmeiscallingforattention.Ibelievesomewhereinmeisanintelligentgirl,ButIhavetowannatrytogettothefantasyworld.


VanityA.J. Saucedo

Age 16


StephanieO.

Lil’ChrisDedicated to my homeboy Chris. You will always be in my heart. R.I.P., May, 2002.

Hewasmyboy,Theonewhoshowedmemyfirstsilvertoy.Hewasmybestfriendtilltheveryend.HewasmyhomiewhoneverdisownedmeEvenwhenmymomdisapprovedBecauseofmybadattitude.ThedayhetookhislifeWasthedayIdiedanddroppedmymic.IreadtheletterandtearspouredoutofmyeyesHittingthefloorasheavyasmycries.Hediditfromtheceilingfan.Whycouldn’tIhavebeentheretoholdhishand?Hislittleboywillneverknowhisdaddy,ButI’llseethatheknowshowmuchhecaredEvenifhecan’tbethere.AskingmyselfifIcouldhavestoppedhim.Wonderingwhyhisownhomeboymockedhim.Helovedhisgirlmorethananything,Weusedtoflowabouthimmarryingher,Whydidyoudoit?Whydon’tyouanswerme?Ican’tbelieveyouleftme.Ilovedyoumorethanlife.YouweremybrotherYoustoppedmefrompickingupthatknife.SlowingitdowniswhatIsaidButyoudiditanywaynotlisteninginstead.Nowyou’redead.Istillseeyouhangingfromyourbelt,YouthinkIdidn’tknowhowyoufelt?Iloveyou,Cease.I’llalwaysbeyourgirlIcanfeelyourightnowSittingnexttomeWithnodoubt.


ReneS.

Idonotwishtobeapoet,Makingriddlesandrhymes,Idonotwishtobeapoet,Makingpennies,nickels,anddimes.

Iwantthebigdollars,Iwantthebigbucks,IwantmytrashtolookLikeamillionbucks.

Doesthissoundsogreedy,Seemsounfair,Ifyoulookatmyexpression,YoucantellIdon’tcare.

ButthetruthisthatIdon’tneedmoney,AllI’mreallydoingistryingtobefunny.

SoIhopeyouhadalaugh,Hopeyoucrackedasmile,BythewaycanIborrowtenbucks,I’llpayyoubacktomorrow.


TimothyR.

TheMazeofMyLife

Onthebrightestnightsandthedarkestdays,leftwithnotimetoplay.Stuckinalifelikeamazedoingcrimestogetpaid.Inandoutofjail,walkingdownatrail,halfwaytoHell.Iwasflyingthroughtheskywatchingmyfamilyandfriendscry,notwantingtoseethetearsfallfromtheireyeswhenIdie.Timeaftertimethecopscometoshine.Standingatmydoorhearinghitthefloor,Idipoutthebacktohearagaugecrack,fallingtomykneeswithbloodonmypants.Iwokeupwithchainsattachedmakingbabystepslookthroughthecracksseeingmylifeslippingbyandonceagainthecriescomebacktotheman,asthedaysfalloffandthetimedropsbyonthestreetImeetthemiseryofmylifeagainhittingadeadendsittingwithafriendsmokingthesamedrugsoverandoveragain.Comingbacktothemaze,I’mlockedupagain,thankingGoditisn’tthestatepen.Ilost3kidsand2babymammas,ifIlosethislastonethereisgoingtobesomedrama.WellallI’mtryingtosayisIwillseeyouwhenImakeitoutofthismazeandtoGodIgivepraise.Asnightturnsdayanddayturnsnightthebirdstakeflightthisisalittleofmylife.I’mthebirdthattakesflightfortheevilismynight,andgoodismyday.Stuckinthisplaceitlooksliketheendoftheroad.There’smanywaysoutbutonlyoneforme.Seeeverybodyhasonewaytoescape,mywayisdeath.Nomatterwhattimeofdayornight,allIwantistogiveupmylife.NoonethinksIcandoanythingright,wellit’stimetoletgoandshowwhattheworldwouldbewithoutme,Timothy.Iwillleavemygirl,myfamilyandmylife,Igiveuponrunningtostayalive,thereisnooneformesonowIshalllayinR.I.P.Don’ttrytostopmenow,withthe9tomyheadIshallbedead.FortoolongIledmysoldiersintowarandlessthanhalfcomeback.Allissilent,thelakes,rivers,andoceanlaystill.Nowindblows,notreemovesfromsidetoside.Nobirdinflightonthiscolddarknight.“Bang!”Likeapetalfromarosefallstotheground,Ifallinabloodbedwhilemysoulfloatsaboutmylifelessbody.Allmypainisgonewithmetoroamtheearthtostopthemisery.


BandagesBrian Gonzales

Age 17


CrystalV.

Life

Iammyownfriend,Proudofbeingaliveinaworldofhate.Self-employeeontheghettostreets,GhosttownCassianoCourtsiswhereIsleep.

EverydayIwatchmybackNeverknowwhensomeonewillpullOutagap.AthugfromtheWestSide,ButyetIthinkofsuicide.

Myheartisfullofdeepwoundsandscars,Ihadnofearaslongasmystrapwasnear.NowI’mlockedupbehindfourwalls,SoIjustguessitwasmytime,Ihurtsomanypeople,I’minconsiderateascanbe.Toseeoneoverdoseitwasn’tscary.

Iwaslivingalifeofnegativity.Iwanttogohomebutyetit’sbroke,ThesescreamsIhearIsometimesfear.

Igrewupwithhate,soItreatthesame.Icouldstillhearthosefiendspagingandcallingme.Pleasejuststop,waitit’sjustallinsideofme,IfeelI’mgoinginsane.Everything’sspinningI’mtiredofallthispain.

IreminiscewhenIhungfromthestairsWithanextensioncordtiedaroundmyneckIreallythoughtthatwouldbemylastbreath.

NowIstandstrongwithmyheaduphigh,Iwon’tbackdown,Ihavetoomuchpride,ButwhenIwillbefreeIdonotknow,Ifeellikeananimalwaitingtobereleased.TheysayI’mathreattosocietyYettheydon’tevenknowme,IbarelyknowmyselfI’montheedgewaitingtoFinallyletgo.


JanieG.

Chance

Here’satoasttotheoneIlovethemostTomyjefatheonenevertoboast

SorryforIhavehurtyouinthepastIneverwantedforthispaintolast

IwishIcouldchangemywrongstorightsCausewhatI’veputyouthroughreallybites

YoulookedsostressedoutDamnIhatemyselfBecauseIwonderwhatyoufelt

SopleasenevergiveuponmeCauseyou’remyjefaTheonewhomademe

You’reastrongbrownChicanaMuchoamorpormimamaYoustuckaroundwithmeEventhoughIhurtyouWiththeloveporvida


LauraP.

AsthedaysslowlypassIalwayssaytomyself,whycouldn’tIlast?IsaidIwasnevergonnagetlockedupagainButnowlookwhereI’mat.OnlyifIknewhowtoact.IthoughtIwasallgrownupAndknewrightfromwrong,ButobviouslyIcan’ttellrightfromwrongBecauseifIdidIwouldn’thavetofaceAllthestrugglesandpainThatInowfaceeveryday.Beinglockedupisnoteasy.EspeciallythatI’m3monthspregnant.It’sjustsuchashameButI’mtheonetoblame!NowallIcoulddoispraytoGodTohelpmechangemyfoolishwaysAndleadmetherightwayIwannaopenmyeyestotherealworldAndstopplayingchildishgames!Whilemybaby’sdaddyisoutinthefree,Onlyifheknewhowitwouldhurtme,Tofindouthe’sseeingsomeonenew.SometimesIwonderifthisistrueOrjustadreamOramIeverleavingthisplaceItallseemsendlessIt’scausedmesomuchstress.


AbandonedLauren Martinez

Age 15


TimothyR.

MyLoveforYou

Myloveforyouissogreat,Myloveforyouisnomistake,Myloveforyousplitstheocean,Myloveforyoushakestheearth,Myloveforyouissohigh,Myloveforyoufloatsinthesky,Myloveforyouiseverlasting,Myloveforyouisnevercrashing,ThisismyloveforyoufrommyheartpraytoGodItneverfallsapart.Myloveforyouisheretostay,SowhatI’mtryingtosayIloveyougirleveryday.


Anonymous

Wokeupthismorning...

Wokeupthismorningblamingmyself,MymompassedawaywhenIwasonlytwelve.Shewaswithmetwenty-fourseven,AndIcriedwhenshelefttoheaven.Shewaslikemybestfriend,ButnowIknowI’llneverseeheragain.Aftershediedmyunclewouldabuseme,Thenmywholefamilystartedtoaccuseme.Ialwayskeptittomyself,Inevershareditwithnooneelse.IstartedrunningawaycauseIneededsomehelpAndIendedupbehindacell.IdidsixmonthsatCampbellGriffin,WhenIgotoutsomestuffwasdifferent.Ihadajobandwenttoschool,Andatthatmomenteverythingwascool.Imetthisguywhotreatsmeright,Andhealwaystoldmethatit’llbeallright.AftertwoyearsIwentbacktoJuvy,Forrunningawayandbeingsoscrewy.NowI’mhereatSouthtonDoingninemonthsandthinkingofthefriendsIshould’vechosen.I’vegonethroughroughtimesandsometimesIfellButIthankGodcauseHewastheretohelp.Lifeishardandweallmoveon,AndnomatterwhathappensinlifeWeshouldalwaysstaystrong.


MeganY.

Areyouthere?

AsIsitherewithsorrowandpain,IthinkbacktowhenIsawyoulyinginyourgrave.BeforeyouleftyousaidnottoworryButyouleftinsuchahurry.WhatdoIdowhenIamdown,Ineedyoubackaround,Areyouuptherewatchingdowninthecloudsthatareround?Areyouuptheresmilingdownthroughtheholethatwasfound?WellIloveyouIhopeyouknow.Rememberthatandneverletgo,SoholdmenearandwhisperinmyearallthelovelythingsthatIlovetohear.Don’tworryIknowyou’renear,Andnowmyfearswillsoondisappear.

Dedicated to:Trudie Ward, in loving memoryR.I.P. 4.16.03


Virgin MaryDesaray Elizondo

Age 17


JanieG.

TheWestSide

TheWestSideismysideoftown.Iwouldprefertolivetheretherestofmylife.

TheWestSideisghettobutIloveit.

TheWestSideisthebestplacetobe,withthesummerbreezehittingyourface.Thewarmsunlightagainstyourbody,itjustfeelssoright.

TheWestSidestreetsfullofkidsrunningaround,playingball,runningbehindtrees,playinghideandseek,eatingwatermelon.Youcanseethegirlsplayingjumpingropeandtheboysplayingfootballinthestreets.

TheWestSideismykindofhood,theadultsplayingcumbañamusicfromtheircars.OntheWestSideoftownyoualwaysseeorsmellsomeonehavingbar-b-que.Thepinata’scandyfallingtotheground.Childrenruntothecandyandpickitupoffthefloor,afterthattheyseewhogotthegoodcandyandthemost.Allofthegrandma’shousesarealwaysfullofpeople.Thegardenstheyhavearecolorful,beautiful.

TheWestSideyoucanfeelwelcome.Everyoneknowseachother.YoufeellikeonebigfamilyandformelivingontheWestSidemakesmehappy.


The Beauty Upon the MessJessica Barrera

Age 17


TimothyR.

HereISit

Iwaslostinthistimeofpainandcrime,FeelthatI’mlosingmymind.Mygirlsitswithasmileonherface,Walkingthroughthetrailswithoutatrace.Imetyouatafriend’shouseonarainynight,Forthethunderandlightgaveyouafright,IheldyoutightnotknowingyouweregoingtochangeMylife.NowasIsitinaplacewherethereisnosunlight,Ihaveapictureofyouthatmakesmynightsbright,Wewouldlaughandjokeplaygamesinthesnow,ButasI’mlockedawaywhenIseeyouIwishtostay.Asmyblooddripsdownfrommyopenwounds,YourloveIlookupontoclosethemsoon.HereIsitinthedusttoreadyourletteryes,Imust.FornowIsleepalone,SoIloveyou,Can’twaittogethome.


RiverAli Huser

Age 14


MeganY.

MakingitThrough

Dedicated to my loved one, you will always be in my heart. I love you.

AsIsithereandthinkofyou,Ithinkofhowwe’regonnamakeitthrough.Rememberwhenyousaidyoudidn’twantmetoleave?WellI’mrightheresoyoubetterbelieve.We’vebeenthroughhardtimesandstrugglesButIknowwecancompletethispuzzle.I’mforreal,thisisn’tagame.Solet’sjustmaintain.Myloveforyouwillneverfade,Itwillalwaysbeablazingflame!


ThomasC.

FallenAngel

Thefallenangelfelltoday.Hefellfromheaven,helosthisway,hiswinghasbroken,hishalohasgoneaway.Thefallenangelfarfromhomeontheearth,aplacetohimthat’sdifferent(it’sworse).Helooksaroundatthesuffering,thepainheremembersfreewillbutthisisinsane.Whywouldapersonletanotherstarve,whenhehadfoodandhisstomachwaslarge?Whathappenedtocompassion,tocharity,andsharing?Togivingyourneighbortheclothesyou’rewearing?Hisfatherwassadyetthisworldhewassparing,hecouldenditwhenever,westillhaveachance,toturnourlivesovertohimwitheverygesture,everyglance,toprotecteachotherandalltheanimalsandplants.Toturnourlivesovertohissonandaccepthisplan.Hegaveusasavioragifttoacceptandeverydaysincehe’sneverslept.


Youcameoutofthepen,Youwentbackin,YoucameoutagainandmadethoseN’s.

Backonyourfeet,Thewaylifewasmeanttobe.Youhelpedmesomuch,YouevenhatedwhenIdiddrugs.

AtonetimeIlivedwithyou,IneverhadthecouragetosayIloveyou.Youtreatedmelikeyourveryown,Eventhoughyouhadyourbabygirl.

Iloveyousomuchfortakingmein.Iwon’teverforgetaboutthosetimesweHadbackthen.IreallyhopeyoureminiscethetimeyouLivedwithme.Weallthoughtwe’dlivetheretildeathSetusfree.

Nowyouhaveafamiliaofyourown,IreallywishIcouldcomebackhome,Primoyouwerelikemydad.

YoutoldmeifIgraduateyou’dhookmeup.AtleastIknowitwon’tbedrugs.

Yourideonspinna’s,Andhaveagreatamountofferia.IknowyouwerehurtwhenIgotlockedup.YouhadaguiltyconscienceandyourmindWasallmessedup.You’reprobablythinkingyouhavetoomuchOfacoldhearttocare.ButI’monewhoknowsthestuffyouHideinside.

YougotasoftspotthatIcanseewhenIlookinyoureyes.Behindthatsmileandbeneaththelies,Thereisamanwithalotofpride.

Wellpontetruchaandpleasedon’tscrewUp,Don’tworryaboutmecauseI’llbefineI’llstandmyground,AndIwon’tletyoudown.

CrystalV.

Primo

to my primo


AndrewA.

TheTruth

Thetruthyouhaven’ttoldMe.ThingsthataregoingOn.WhatI’mfeeling.IdoneedsomeonetoholdMe.IhavethatparticularpersonInmind.YoulookbeautifulinallbutIdidn’tthinkyoucouldlookSofine.MybrotherlockedupforsomeThinghedidn’tdo.IdothinkGod’stryingtoSendmeasign.AndwiththatpersonguidingMethroughlifepassingawayThinkaboutitdoyoureallyThinkI’mfeelingok?


Gabrielle

Strong,Beautiful,andIntelligent

Strong,beautiful,andintelligent,thatiswhatIamLikethesunthatkeepsusgoingAndshinesacrosstheland.

Yes,strong,beautiful,andintelligent,thatiswhatIam,LikethewomanwhogavebirthTotheboywho’snowaman.

Strong,beautiful,andintelligent,thatiswhatI’llbe,Liketheraindropsthatfloodtheground,soontobecomeasea.

Strong,beautiful,andintelligent,ThatiswhoIhavebecomeLikethedayGodchosemysoulBeforemylifehadbegun.

Yes,strong,beautiful,andintelligent,ThisiswhoIamLiketheshellthatpondersamidstthesea,andhasdriftedtothesand.


StephanieO.

UsingMe

LoveisawordthatcomesfromtheheartButsomanysayitrightfromthestartNotknowingitneverfadesapart.

LoveisawordpeopletakeforgrantedWhenyouusedtotellmeyoulovedmeItmademybodywarmthenI’dsitthereLookingallstupidanddumbLikeapieceofgumThatyouhavechewedsomuchitlosesitstasteNowIknowitwasjustawasteAndnowI’mbeingreplacedYoudidn’tcareaboutmeorhowI’dfeelyoujustneedsomeonetohavethatpleasure.Yousaidthiswasadesperatemeasure.JusttoletyouknowI’msomethingtotreasure.ButIguessthat’sitnoonetocareItwasonebigdare.Okay.YoufooledmemorethananythingbutIdon’tcareBecauseIliveanotherdayAsyouaremimickingandwantingmetostay.


GregoryS.

Life

Lifeistooshortsodon’tthrowitaway.IprayatnighthopingthatGodshowsmetheway.ButwhenwegotbeeforwhenitcomesdownTothe9mm.heatIhopeI’mnottoBetheonetobelaidtosleepwhilemyFamilyandfriendspraytoGodthatIrestinpeace.BeingbehindbarsdreamingandthinkingAboutdrivingfancycarsthinkingwhyisLifesohard.LivinginthefastlaneorbeingInthedopegameain’tthethangwhenyouSittin’behindbarswishingthatyoucouldHavechangedwhenyouthoughtlifewasAllaboutbeinginthedopegame.AndafterawhileyougettiredofhearingControl,openFox2oryou’llgettiredofWearingthosecountyblues.Lifeistooshort:Don’tdocrimeBecauseonlylosersdotime.


DumpsterAaron Gallegos

Age 14


GregoryS.

What’sUp,World?

WeliveinthisworldlikeRatsinacageateachothersthroatsbecauseofBloodyrage.ThisworldcouldmisleadyourefusetogoastrayDrugsweusetakemanylivesaway.AmanwhohasfaithwillfindabetterwayLostinaworldofinsanitytruthcanbeFound.SomuchangerandhatewegetaswegoroundWewillneverberespectedashumanbeingsUntilwereactasnormalorintelligenthumanBeings.ManismindandallowthemtofindthetrueDesign.WearetheAmericandreamBecomecleanfollowmedowntotheJORDANSTREAMrememberwearethe AMERICANDREAM.


WendyG.

MySweetMother

Ihadamotherandshewasverysweet.Duringthefuntimes,shealwayscaredaboutme.

WhenIwasdown,ordrowninginself-doubt,AllIhadtodowascallhername,andshewouldalwayshelpmeout.

Wehavebeenthereforeachother,alwaysthroughthickandthin.WhentherewasasecretthatIdidn’tknow,shewouldalwaysletmein.

Shewillneverleavemyheart,nomatterwhereshegoes.She’smyoneandonly,she’smyonlytruelove.


WendyG.

Iam

Iamagirlwho’sbeenlockeduptwice.Iamapersonwho’shadaroughlife.Iamadaughterhidingdepression.Iamacousinmakingabadimpression.IamyourfriendactinglikeI’mfine.Iamawisherwishingthislifeweren’tmine.Iamafriendwhosometimesiscruel.Iamagirlsittingnexttoyou.Iamtheoneaskingyoutocare.I’myourbestfriendhopingyou’llbethere.


HotlineNicoleAnnVasquez

Age16


MeganY.

Please

AllthesestrugglesAlltheseliesAllIwanttodoishide.AtnightIsitinmyroomandcry.ThenIaskGodwhy.Whycan’tIjustdie?Mylifeisnothingbutaroughride.Please,God,tellmewhy,WhydoIhavetotakethisride?IsitbecauseIsnortedcocaine?OrisitbecauseIleftwhenyoucame?PleaseGodI’mgoingthroughsomuchpain,EvenmyfamilythinksI’mlame.AmItheonetoblame?Pleasestaybymyside,Andthenwe’lltakethisride.


IhaveawallyoucannotseeBecauseit’sdeepinsideofmeItblocksmyheartoneverysideAndhelpsemotionstheretohideYoucan’treachinIcan’treachoutYouwonderwhatit’sallabout

ThewallIbuildthatyoucan’tseeResultsofmyinsecurityEachtimemytenderheartwashurtThescarswithingrewworseandworseSostonebystoneIbuildawallThat’snowsothickitwillfall

Pleaseunderstandthatit’snotyouContinuetryingtobreakthroughIwantsomuchtoshowmyselfAndlovefromyouwouldreallyhelpSobitbybitchipatmywallTillstonebystoneitstartstofall

IknowtheprocesswillbeslowIt’snevereasytoletgoOfhurtsandfailureslongingrainedUponone’sheartfromyearsofpainI’msoafraidtoletyouinIknowImightgethurtagain

ItrysohardtobreakthewallButseemtogetnowhereatallForstoneuponeachstoneI’vestackedAndleftbetweenthemnotacrackTheonlywaytomakeitfallAreimperfectionsinthewall

IdidthebestIcouldtobuildAperfectwallbuttherearestillAfewsmallflawswhicharethekeyTobreakingthroughthewalltomePleaseuseeachflawtocauseacrackToknockastoneoffofthestack

ForjustasstonebystonewaslaidWitheveryhurt,witheverypainSostonebystonethewallwillbreakAslovereplaceseveryachePleasebetheonewhocaresenoughTofindtheflawsnomatterwhat

JanieG.

StonebyStone


LauraP.

Twoyearsagobackin’02,MyhomeboyDomeleftme,Icouldn’tbelieveitwastrue.AsIwassippingthelastsipinmycup,MyhomeboyDomewasoutgettingshot,NowIsithereandwonderwhythatgirlhadtosethimup.IquestionmyselfwhythishadtohappentomeWasitmewholefthimtodie?ItbreaksmyheartknowingthatDomewasonly19andheain’therewithme.ButitmakesmehappyKnowinghisspiritisflyingfree.

R.I.P. Dome 72, dedicated to you.


La VirgenSara Hinojosa

Age 15


JonathanA.

SweetDreams

OnceuponatimeIwastwomonthsold.Slowlydrowningintheplacenta.

Iwasanembryo.

Kickingthewallstryingtobreakfree.Umbilicalcordwrappedaroundmyneckchokingme.

TheninthmonthoflaborIfinallybrokeout.WouldImakeit,Faithwasatdoubt.

Iopenedmyeyestoseeaflashoflight.Mylifeallofasuddenbegantoignite.

Whowasthiswomanwithreliefonherface?WhereamIat,Idon’trecognizethisplace?

AcoupleofdayslaterIwasbroughttomyhome.That’swhenIfoundoutIwasn’talone.

Ihadtwosistersandoneolderbrother.SixmonthsintolifemyfatherIdiscovered.

Whoisthisguystaringatmeamazed?Jointinhismouth,eyessoglazed.

IwassixyearsoldwhenIheardmymother’scries.Lookatthisdudewithguiltinhiseyes.

Iruntomom’sroomandfindherlyingstill.Herheadrisesupandbloodstartstospill.

Istartscreaming,mybrotherrunsin.IawakefromaflashbackdoseduponVicoden.

AnadolescentgonewrongsinceIwasthirteen.Addictedto“Mary,”I’madopefiend.

Lockedupnowtryingtochangemyways.SoIcanlivelifewithsomebetterdays.


AmandaR.

IWant

Iwantsomecottoncandywithastrawberrylollipop.Iwantallflavoredicecreamwithacherryontop.Iwantsomecookieswithchocolatecake,andthisiswhatI’mcraving.IfonlyIcouldhaveitnow,wouldn’tthatbeamazing.HowaboutabananasplitwithsweetJellointhemiddle.Whycan’tsomestaffjusthookmeup,ifnotalotatleastalittle.IalsowantsometeriyakichickenWithaneggrollandsomerice.IwantalargepizzawithParmesancheeseandextraspice.Iwantenchiladaswithextracheeseontop.WithanextralargeBigRedsodapop.IwantatacofromRolando’sCausethey’regoodandthey’restuffed.Eatingallthiswillneverbeenough.WantingandwantingisallIcando,Hopingyou’llseewhatpregnancycandotoyou.


AmandaR.

WasMe

AsIsitherefeelinglonelywithoutasmileonmyfaceIcanfeelmyheartbeatdrummingataverysoftpace.Ithenlookoutmywindowandseethesoftdropsofrain.Everydropthatfallsremindsmeofmypain.IhurtinsideforthethingsthatIhavedone.Nodoubtpaybackwillhitmehardercauseitfeelsithasjustbegun.IhadachoicetoturnmylifearoundanddowhatIthoughtbest.NowIhavetopaythepriceforfailingadrugtest.Ididn’tcarehowmuchIhurtmyfamilyevenifIcausedthempain.Ionlycaredaboutmyselfandtheheroinnotmissingthevein.InowrealizethechangesIcould’vemadeandthingsIcould’veaccomplished.IwishIhadthechancetochangethepastinsteadofbeingselfish.I’mslowlylearningtoforgiveandforgetwhichisthehardestthingtodo.ButwhenfacingrealityIrealizedandtoldmyselfthepersonwhoyouthoughtyouwereReallyisn’tyou.


SweetieSable Mireles

Age 15


JoshuaG.

Love

Loveissopainfulit’slikeaknifedeepinyoursoul.Lovecanreallyhurtandreallybreakyourheartforexamplesetyoubacktothestart.

Loveisafeelingthatshowsyoucarebuttheninasplitsecondit’sgoneinthinair.Loveisthatspecialfeelingyougetwhenyouknowyou’renotaloneandyoualwayshavesomeonetotalktoonthephone.

Loveiskindoflikeadrugandalsowhenyou’rethinkingthatyou’rethatbig-timethug.Thenittossesyououtlikeanoldbeat-uprug.

Lovecanalsomeanagreatthingespeciallywhentheyputonthatbigdiamondring.


LisaC.

FatalLove

WalkingaroundhidingmybruisesAndiftheywereseenIwouldjustmakeexcuses.Alwaysblackandbluefromheadtotoe,ButIwasjusttooscaredtoletanybodyknow.FlinchingeverytimeyougottoocloseIneverknewwhenyouweregoingtoexplode.Lyingeverytimeyouaskedmeforthetruth,IfyoufoundoutIknewwhatwouldyoudoIwouldscreamatnightcuzitwasyouIfeared,ButyouwouldtellmetoshutmymouthbecauseSomebodymighthear.MywholebodywouldhurtsomuchthatafterawhileIwouldbecomenumb.ButIthoughtthatwasthepriceIhadtopayIfIwantedtobeloved.


WendyG.

Home

ItseemssofarawayIfeelI’llnevermakeitthatwayTheselongroadshighandlow,Idon’tknowwhichwaytogo.

TherearedifferentroadsthatIcouldtakeButit’ssohardtochooseCauseI’mscareditmightbreakloose.

Homeseemssoclosetomenow,Allmyfamilyislike,“Wow!”AstheysitathomewonderinghowIgrewIalsowonderhowIdidittoo.

NowIlookatthisoneroadthatgotmyattentionAnditlookslikeit’llbemydestination.


Ohio Street BridgeMaryabeth Murphy

Age 14


Gabrielle

PastMySoul

ThereisnotasecondoftimethatgoesbythatIdon’tthinkaboutyourbeautifulface.ThememoriesthathauntmysoulandthepasttimesIcannoterase.You’vebeenthereformethroughitall,tohelpmeseeandnottofall.Youlovedmeunconditionally,yousawthroughmysoul,whenIcouldnotsee.Andforthat,eventhoughyou’renotherewithme,foreverinmyheartiswhereyou’llbe.


AlbertG.

NeverTrustGirls

Nevertrustgirlswitheyesofgray.Theykissyouonceandwalkaway.Nevertrustgirlswitheyesofgreen.Theykissyouonceandmakeyouscream.Nevertrustgirlswitheyesofbrown.Theykissyouonceandturnyoudown.Alwaystrustgirlswitheyesofblue.Theykissyouonceandaskfortwo.


D’OndraF.

Iamabee

Iamabee.Iamabeelookingfortheonlythingthatpleasesme.Iamabeehunting,searchingforthehoneytreeIneedtofeed.Iamabeefromajunglewhoissearchingforthatstickygoldensweetsubstancetosatisfymysoul.Iamabeethat’ssearching,looking,huntingtryingtofindthatLovelyhoneytreethatIneedtosurvivethiswildlife.IamabeethathassearchedforthishoneytreeandnowIfoundthistreethatwasrightinfrontofmyeyesforthewholetime.IamabeelookingforthethingIlovemostsearchinguntilIfoundthethingthatpleasesmysoulwhichisthehoneyfromthehoneytreethatInowsee.IamabeeflyingthroughthiscolorfuljungleworldwithtreessohightheyblocktheprettyskyandcolorfulflowersIseewhenIamflyingbyheadingformyhoneytree.IamabeehappyinmyhoneytreebecauseIhaveeverythingIneedtosatisfymysoul.


Stand AloneErica Garcia

Age 14


LisaD.

Whenyoucut,itmakesyoubleedWhenyouscream,you’reinneedWhenyouwant,greedcomesinfrontWhenyouspeak,yourwordsarebluntWhenyoucry,yourtearswillflyWhenyoulie,youstarttodenyButwhenyoubelieve,youwillberelievedBythepoweroffaithWhatwillbeengravedIsthatyouaresaved.


Window of Broken PromisesShandaMartinez

Age14


LisaD.

Brother

SittinginthistinylittleroomWishingIcouldjustseeyouMaybeyoudon’tevenhaveaclueHowmuchyoureallymeantomeI’mtellingyoutothemosthighestdegreeThinkingaboutthepastarememoriesthatwillAlwayslastJustforawhileIwillbeawayButsoonIwillbehometostayLoveisnotawordIusuallyscreamandshoutIonlysayittothepeopleItrulycareaboutYouaremyoneandonlybrotherBecauseofcoursewehavethesamemotherAdoptedatbirth,ThankGodforthisearth.Asdaysgoby,IwishIcouldcallyouJusttosayhi.AndnevereverwillIsaygoodbyeBecausemeandyouwillneverbeapartNoonecanseparateusbyheart.


LisaD.

MyPain...

AllmypainisdeepinsideInmyheartiswhereithidesSometimesyoucanseeitinmyeyesIthurtssobadandmakesmecryatnightMypainiswhatIneedtofightIdon’tknowifIwilleverbeallrightLockedupsurroundedbythesegatesAndbehindgraydoorsMakesithurtevenmoreSometimesIwonderaboutthispainAndwillitevergoaway?AllmypainthatI’vebeenthroughHasiteverhappenedtoyou?Maybesoormaybenot,Idon’tknow,Itwasjustathought.I’vebeenbeatendown,cursedtotheground,Overdosedanddiedalmost.Gunstomyhead,millionsoftearsshedAndhospitalizedinabed.BeforeIwenttoGodasmyguideIevenattemptedsuicide.Rapedthreetimesandcommittedatleastadozencrimes.ThroughallthosethingsIwasallaloneYetnowIfeelnakedBecauseallmypainhasbeenshown.


CrystalV.

Chemicals

Youhelpedmethroughlife,Andit’sstillhardformetoSwallowmypride.

Istillbelievedyingiseasy,Causelifeishard.IcouldhearyoutellingmetoLivelifetothefullest,Causeweonlyliveonce.

Butit’sonlyhardformeBecauseofwhereIgrewup.Gangsanddrive-bys,Andtheyoungdying.

Killingthemselvesbyintramuscularinjections,ButyetI’mtheonefeedingthemtheseSubstances.

Chemicalsflowingthroughone’sveinsAndbloodcellsdeadinthebrain.BlueRaggersandFlakeFlaggersBeatingeachotherwithbatsanddaggers.

Deadandburied6ft.deepintheground,NotabletohearasoundOfthesobbingandmourning.

Thefamilycrytears,WithnothingbuthatetocalmTheirfears.

Icouldhearitnow,It’saperfectsound,It’smyjefe’svoicetellingmetoHoldontotheend.


Opposing ForcesNicolas Eblen

Age 14


AmandaR.

WhoAmI?

MypastdescribeswhatI’vebeenthroughAndothersmayseemedifferentlyButwithoutknowingwhoIamwithinTheywillneverknowtherealme.ManypromiseshavebeenbrokenandCarelessexpressionshavebeenchosen.AmIstrongenoughtoletthisgo,Thebadfeelingsandwordsthatwerespoken?IwashurtwhenheleftmeandHurtwhenhelied.IwashurtwithMixedemotionsandmypastwithdifferentsides.IfeelhatetowardthedrugAndtheguywhobroughtmedown.IfeelhatetowardmyselfforLettingthisbeallowed.I’vebeenhappyAndmadforthetimesthatI’vehad.BeingwhereIamtodayiswhatreallymakesmeglad.WhyatthistimeaboutmyselfIfeelconfused?IknowIamintelligent,havewhatittakes,Knowtherightthingstodo.WhydidIgothroughsuchsadnessatAveryyoungage.HopingagoodfeelingWillcomeandnotsuddenlyfade.Manythoughtsofmyselfalwayscometomind.WhoandwhatIamasapersontomeIsundefined.


LisaC.

MyHeartbeat...

Youweremyheartbeat,Theretokeepmealive.TheretohelpmethroughmystrugglesAndhelpmesurvive.AheartbeatissomethingNoonecanlivewithoutAndyouwerealwaystheretosavemeWhenIwasdrowninginself-doubt.YouhelpedmetogetthrougheachdayWithasmileonmyface.YouhelpedmetobestrongAndtaughtmetohavefaith.IwonderifyoueverknewHowhighlyIthoughtofyou.TomeyouweresobraveAndyouneverletanythinggetinyourway.Andwhenthingsgottough,Youneverletmegiveup.Thankyouforneverlettingmewelcomedefeat.Ilovedyoumorethananything...Youweremyheartbeat.


FrankT.

I’vebecome

I’vebeenlockedawayformonths,NowseeingwhatI’vebecome,RememberingwhereI’mfrom.I’mfromaneighborhoodWherenotmanykidsareuptogood,Notdoingwhatweshould.Wheretherearedrugsandgangs,Kidsdon’tcareiftheirliveshang,Alwayshearingthesoundbangbangbang.Aplacewherekidsjustreallydon’tcare,Wherelifereallyisn’tfair,Youcangetshotjustcauseyoustared,Justbeingthereisadare.Wherekidswastetheirlives,Joininggangssotheycansurvive,Causetheyreallydon’twanttodie,It’stakenme6monthsjusttorealizeThatI’mlivingthislife.


Boot TracksAmanda Flores

Age 16


FrankT.

VisitingDay

Onlyseeingthemonceaweek,Wakingupfrommysleep,MyfamilyiswhatIseek.OvertonsofpeopleandtablesSeeingthemkeepsmestable,HowIwishthiswasafableThiscan’tbecapable,MebehindbarsForstealingcarsItookittoofarFarbeyondwhatIeverthought,CauseIthoughtIcouldn’tbecaught,ButIsitonvisitingday,ThinkingofhowIwanttostop.


Swinging Toward the FutureDesaray Elizondo

Age 17


LisaC.

Secrets

Youaskedmeaboutmysecrets,whattheywere,butIcan’ttelluexactly,onlythattheyhurt.Tokeep‘embottledupinside,theyleftmewithscarsthatIconstantlytry2hide.Idon’twantnobodytoknowofthethingsthatwenton,butIwilltelluthatthethingsthathappenedtomewerewrong.Inthebackofmymindthosedarksecretswillalwayshide.Maybeonedayifulookcloseenough,inmyeyesyou’llseethosesecretsifit’syouwhoItrust.


Raw QualityMorgan Duran

Age 17

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RoyG.

Why?

Whydoestheearthrevolvearoundthesun?Whyismoneygreen?Whydopeoplekill?Whycan’tIseeGod?Whydopeoplehavetenfingers?Whydopeopleknowinglydohurtfulthings? Why?Why?Why?Whydopeopledie?Whyislifedifficult?Whyarepeoplehowtheyare?Whyismoneysoimportant?Whycan’tlifebeharmless?Whycan’twegetalong? Why?Why?Why?Whyaredrugsmade?Whyaregunsmade?Whydoesn’teveryonecare?Whydothesequestionsgounanswered?WhydoIhavesomany?Whydobadthingshappentogoodpeople?Whyisn’teveryoneequal?Whydosomekidshavebadparents?Whyisthereevil? Why?

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