Published May 2015
Authors: teens at Koinonia Group Home—Loomis, CA
My heart is a boiling pot full of ice that don’t melt.
I’m running but my feet feel like I got lead legs.
I used to feel like roses symbolized something good.
But now when I see a rose somebody is dead.
Today is May 7, 2015.
May 7th last year my brother laid dead in the street.
The pain inside me
is too hard to let free.
If you ever lost somebody then you now about grief.
I’m getting through it like a soldier, like I’m supposed to be.
I’m trying to stay strong. It’s not taking over me. (more…)
I can be as strong as a brick wall
ready to keep anyone from my secrets.
I can be strong as the asphalt.
Pay attention to my dark insides.
I will break from tears of the clouds.
I can be strong in ways you don’t expect.
I can be strong as a butterfly
able to distract with my colors. (more…)
The Ride of My Life
I’m sitting staring out the window
waiting for you to get on.
When you get on we always have fun.
When we are together it makes my whole world shine.
We talk and laugh while everybody teases
even though they make us sad.
They can never make us upset
when we’re together. (more…)
BATTLE OF WORDS
I think I know why
My friend did what she did
I think it’s the way
We try to get rid
Of the hurt and pain
That the words can cause
But I think we all
Have different ways (more…)
WHERE I COME FROM
I’m from a street where I hear gun shots
or car tires screeching.
I’m from faith in God. He doesn’t judge me.
I’m from long line of people
who care about me but are on my case
24/7. I’m from confusion about
what’s good for me. I’m from laughter
over people making me smile.
I come from a blessed family. (more…)