The Beat Within

 by Elian, Marin A lot of people have talked to me in my life, but the two people that they have talked to me is my grandma and my big homie. I remember one time my grandma talked to me for almost an hour. She was telling me to do good and asking me what I want to be in my future. I always didn’t know what to answer, but I still remember what she told me. She told me to not give up, ever,in life and every time I am giving myself up, it reminds me of my grandma,

by Jeremiah, Santa Clara This life I’m livin’ is like a movie. The things that have happened throughout this life is messed up, kind of wish things were more simple and less frustrating. I sit and wonder why people are the way they are and it sucks people turn on you, lose love for you too, just because you want to live the life you’re comfortable with.  This doesn’t break me, I just keep moving forward still solid and steady with the business. I learned even when you don’t do anything wrong and still get blamed, just take it because

by JJ, Sacramento I had just returned home, after a time away from my loved ones. I had not been home in a long-long time.  I pulled into the driveway, turned off the radio, took a couple deep breaths, grabbed my bag of clothes, and got out of the car. As I calmly approached the front door to the house, thoughts of my past life were flashing in my head. I no longer had the house key, so I knocked. I waited and waited no answer.  Did they know I was coming home? I knocked again. Before I gave up

by Genaro, San Mateo When I look into the mirror, I see myself and I see I need to make changes. I saw a new man with different ambition and expectations that needs to be met. My first day here at Hillcrest I wasn’t happy with what I was seeing, but as days went on and Bible study went on, I saw a change needed to be made.  A reason change needs to be made is my age. I’m too old to be getting in trouble, also the effect I made on my parents like the sadness I caused them.

by Kezo, James Ranch, Santa Clara I was raised to show sympathyBut I show the oppositeMy life was a cringeBut no one showed empathyThey laughed at meAnd said be tougherWhat I did was never rightSo I started making people slumberI mean fightI can’t lie, I can’t stand peopleSo I brought a chair and satOn the rear windowDamn I hate my reflectionIt scares me bro‘Cause how’s a kid who’s been to hellstill smile through that mirror?My heart had been shatteredLike broken glassI’m not flatteredIf someone close to me turns into a ratI’ll reorganize anyone’s matterIf he plays with my heartBecause for

by V, Sacramento I’d like to meet the world’s richest man on the Earth, not just the USA. Why would I like to meet them? Because they have lots of discipline to be able to save their money or know where to invest it into. I know that they also can take me in almost as a young protégé or an assistant.  And not just give me a handout, but also show me how he became not one of the world’s richest man, but the world’s richest man. And then eventually I can come up with my own money, ideas,