Category: Piece of the Week

by Jamil I just sit and think of my past and I’m like dang, what a waste of life. Nothing but the same thing everyday. Running and scared of what? One day on November 1st, I woke up so happy like always and it was just a normal day for me. Just like every day and I wanted to go to my best friend Alric’s house so bad to get Wi Fi for music and Facebook. So I went to his house. I remember the last words I told my mom and my brothers were, “I love you mom I’ll

by Karina My days locked up feel so long. Drifting on a memory can’t believe you’re gone. I miss you with all my heart. I wish God, would have warned me from the start. What did I do to deserve this? I didn’t even get one last hug from you. Oh baby, God took your love from me. I need to see my angel so it seems. It’s hard, to keep on living this way, I need you here with me. Why did he take you away from me? There is nothing that I wouldn’t do, I’d lie for you. I’d

by Monica I am filled with anger because of the tears I had myself swallow. My soul is full of hope. My heart is full of love. My mind seeks happiness. It’s my memories that are stained with hate. Fishing, fishing – are you willing to take life’s bait? Seven years ago my heaven turned backwards, Now those words have stained my wrist. I reminisce to when I was a little girl for God’s sake. A little girl wanting to be a lady, They wanted to see her break. Three years ago I learned people were just phases. They’re here

by Cody Life is a choice that we all have to make. A choice to do the right thing or the wrong thing and in my honest opinion I suggest the right thing. Because where I’m at now is not a great place to be. I am locked up in a cage where I can’t break free. I want to get out because I miss all of the little things like a bed, good food, and friends. I especially miss all the big things like my family, girlfriend and games. Since I have been in jail I have had a

by DeeCee The Beat Within, lets youth express their Soul within, from emotional, physical, and sexual abuse they overcame, and refused to be another story on the six o’clock news. Beautiful transformations such as Black Boys so used to cocking glocks, becoming righteous cops and protecting everybody’s block.Proving change is possible, believe and you can achieve. The Beat Within, an outlet in this dry ass Hall, for the ones that have broken the law and are stuck between these confined walls.The extraordinary outcome when pencil meets paper, is as fresh as a taper. A voice for the silent, amplifying noise like

by Chuy In my hand, I had a gun. I thought I was having fun. It was a little odd That the cops were calling the house So I decided to run. To my surprise Four cops were waiting Three with guns pointed at me And the other with a K9. He gave me one chance To get on the ground Before he released the dog. I did as he told. I wasn’t trying to get bit. Two hours later I was in my cell Mad at myself For the life I am living. Because I chose to have it With

Well, summer break was about to end and hecka new kids moved to the neighborhood (a lot of dudes) and I found out that the middle school I was going to was going to be turned into 9th grade academy and it was going to be lots new kids. Our relationship went down hill from there because when I went to the orientation at the 9th grade academy I seen so many fine dudes that were there and they was all my age.  What! So I called Mat later that night and told him I don’t think we can be