Category: Piece of the Week

by Lil Bane Forgiving is hard, especially forgiving ourselves. I’ve always been the type of person to hold grudges and make silent moves, but when it comes to forgiving myself I just can’t do it. I feel like the reason people believe in God is the idea that God can help them forgive themselves, but God has abandoned me. So many choices from my past are coming back to haunt me every night. It’s like I’m living in a horror movie. I can never forgive myself for the things I’ve done since a young age. The streets swallowed me and

by Makiah Life has many pains; emotional pains, physical pains, etc. You can’t really measure pain but we all endure it. Everyone thinks his or her life is so hard and so bad when in reality someone always has it worse. I think emotional pain is the worst because emotions are so complicated. Sadness can lead to anger, and anger can lead to physical pain—not only to yourself but to others also. Everything connects and pain, happiness, and anger seems like the glue to keep someone from falling apart, or it could be what makes someone break down, depending on

by Jazmyn One thing I’ve always wanted from my parents but never gotten is something a lot of my peers take for granted, their love. Most kids grow up getting hugs and hearing their parents say, “I love you”. Even if their situation wasn’t perfect they could always fall back on that. But for me it was different. I can’t remember a single time in my life that my parents did either of those things. More often than not I felt the hard blow of my father’s hand, or heard the screams of my mother telling me to die already.

by Isaiah Why I write is because I have to, because that the only thing that brings me peace. Why I write, because it brings me joy, happiness and a passion to just keep writing. Why I write, because people say I am a very quiet person, but very lethal with my writing and what I write about. Why I write, because I’m motivated by my parents and they love to see all my writings. Why I write, because it’s very fun writing on a blank piece of paper, and it reminds me of the friends I couldn’t talk about

by Sas-Shay Just when I thought my life was going to be easy! It only seems to get harder. I am just really over being in here. They think this would teach us a lesson but they don’t understand that this is a very traumatizing situation for our young minds. I understand that some of us don’t act young, or stay in a child’s place. At the same time people need to understand the life we live and the fears, struggle, and pain we go through and overcome every day by ourselves. There is nobody by our sides. They should understand

by Davante Having your freedom taken away is not a very happy feeling. In fact, you live with a feeling of hate at yourself and others if you feel they put you in here, but you are the one that had your freedom taken away. It’s not nice waking up early in the morning to sit up and see four brick walls and a bright or dim light and having no privacy whatsoever. This is not a place of happiness. This is a place of hate and sadness. These walls do close in on you and everyday someone tells you when

by Jooglord A lot of lies, the truth is silenced I really wanna know, who’s behind it The greed feeds, the ruthless violence People don’t care, All this useless silence Speak up, get loud You should try it The truth is vibrant, it’s time to shut down The stupid tyrant Because I walk through Man rooms get quiet, Speaking my mind I can produce a riot A lot of propaganda And you losers buy it Wake up world! The truth is silence

by Quani After being in here for a moment, you think about life, about how things could’ve been better if you never made your move. But it’s different in your cell. As soon as that door closes, there’s like a whole different life waiting for you. It’s like a nightmare because you’re only thinking about how long you’re gonna be in there, how long you’ll be staring at that locked door. Then boredom hits. Instead of being stimulated, that isolation makes you cry. You think about your mom, about what might be happening to her. When you think about so much

by Dejon My city cries for help in so many ways. People think we kill ‘cause we senseless, but it’s really hurt and pain. From the outside looking in, people say we’re possessed by evil. But come from where we come from, we all trapped from our mindset to our freedom. Look into my eyes, I’m the tears of my city, I’m the pain and the suffering, I come from the nitty-gritty. All we want is help, we want a lending hand. We want somebody to care and don’t give up and understand. Don’t judge us from the out, try

by Big Boone I used to question life. I used to plot on the lives of others with malicious intent. My own life was a test to see how far I could push myself: how much I could take and how it would change me, to hurt another person, to have low regard for life. How would it make me feel; would I be the same person after that I was before? Would it make me a better person or a worse person? Would I feel sorry or not? The things I did and things I learned made me the