by Suada Mistakes are something that everyone has. They are part of life. Mistakes are how we learn. Nobody has ever lived a life where they never made one mistake it’s simply impossible. Some may be more serious than others, but in the end, they are all errors and nothing more. That rolling grass hill, the sun shining above, little bluebirds are chirping. You walk along that bubbling stream with your best friend. You turn to say something, open your mouth, it is too late. It just slipped out. You said something you didn’t mean to say. All of the
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Volume 24.21/22
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Continue ReadingEd Note 24.21/22
Greetings readers! Welcome to issue 23.21/22! We are thrilled to have you readers back for another edition of The Beat Within. There is something for everybody in our magazine and we hope you find the inspiration and connection you are looking for. Inside you will find plenty of writings from our community workshops, our sessions inside the various juvenile halls we visit, the SF County Jail and a number of pieces from our thoughtful writers from state prison. This week, it is a pleasure to welcome back the reflections of two of our recent high school interns at the
Continue ReadingGrowing Up On Criminal Activity
by Angel Alvarado My name is Angel Isaiah Alvarado. I’m twenty-three years old and I would like to share my testimony on why I became attracted to the criminal life when I was young. I never knew about criminal and drug-related activity until I became aware of my family history and saw all the behaviors and activities that were going on within my house. My mother and father were involved with gangs and drugs way before I was born. My father was actually murdered when I was a newborn child. I never got to be around him long enough to
Continue ReadingSo Much (Song)
by Lil Ice So Much (Song) It’s a lot of shhh I done been through I just got to keep it lit and continue I can’t do no stopping I got to stay solid So much pain every day, I don’t stop hurtin’ I want to live but sometimes I feel I’m not worth it The higher power show me love but it’s not mercy But then again, I’m still alive so that’s God workin’ I know God real but sometimes I question If you there, point me in the right direction ‘Cause I don’t really like the life that
Continue ReadingVolume 24.19/20
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Welcome friends to another outstanding double issue, 24.19/20, of The Beat Within. Recently weâve been publishing the reflections of our student interns from the Urban School of San Francisco. Our amazingly insightful interns have been transcribing writing from The Beat Without, and weâre ever so grateful for their time and dedication to our mission. This week, Tavi writes about how a function on his laptop allowed him a different way to access the writing from our authors, allowing the pages to literally speak for themselves, and listening to the writing as if it were meant for him. While Ben reflects
Continue ReadingAdvice I Would Give to My Younger Self, Part One
by Bobby Bostic As I sit and meditate on the many mistakes that I have made in life, I contemplate on the advice that I would give my younger self. Then again, I wonder would he listen? My fourteen , fifteen or sixteen year old self thought he had it all figured out. He rebelled against adults, because in his young mind they didnât know what there were talking about. How could they, since they couldnât see the world through his eyes. Ironically, now that I am older I see things differently. When we are young we somehow put it
Continue ReadingHow Not to Feel
by Michael Cabral He broke my heart. After that night I’d see him act the same bewildering way many more times. It was, I eventually learned, what too many beers did to him. But the first time my uncle hit me (I was four or five years old), all I knew was that something had changed. Not in him. No. something had changed in me. I was named after my Uncle Mike, and that already made me feel close to him. When he started calling me his “Bodyguard,” though, and especially when he’d introduce me to people that way (“This is
Continue ReadingRegret, Reconciliation, Repetition
by Elías People find it difficult to admit fault. We would rather receive an apology than apologize for our own wrongdoings. It is a position of power: having the ability to forgive someone or not, rather than being at the mercy of another, in a vulnerable position. We all wish we could take back certain decisions. I do, frequently. The situations I could have handled differently keep me up at night, but I try not to let them eat me alive. My father’s death was different: it continuously creeps up on me. The weekend of his death, a Saturday,
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