Category: Piece of the Week

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

by Wisdom I wonder why life is so complicated. There are so many decisions to make, so many things to experience, so many feelings to feel. Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream and if one day I’m gonna wake up to nd myself in another realm. I meditate. Meditating is my way of escaping this strange world. If you are like me, always wondering why, and you need a way to cope, simply focus on your breath. Close your eyes and count with every inhale and exhale. And if your mind wanders off somewhere else, start over. Inhale

by Jaida My eyes have been closed for fourteen-years. I am now fteen-years old and trying to get my life together after waking up one day and feeling the heaviest regret ll my heart. This regret came to me like a ashback. I looked in my mom’s tearful eyes, thought about the innocent people I took from and hurt. I thought about how my persona now is affecting my younger brothers perspective of my life and me. And now how every morning I have to wake up at the crack of dawn to pay the price of everything I put myself

by Brandon On a rainy Thursday in December my twin brother and I made a decision that we both regret. We’d been smoking and drinking with some girls, and, when we were about to walk home in the rain, my brother said, “Let’s get picked up.” I said, “Nah. Let’s walk. Mom’s probably sleeping.” He called her anyway. Then, when she was on her way, I saw an old “friend” who jumped me back in August. My brother told me not to confront him, but I didn’t listen. I regret that decision every minute of every day. Being separated from

by C For many years of my life I had refused to blame myself for my wrong doings. For some reason, it was always the teacher’s fault, the other kid’s fault, the victim’s fault for leaving their doors unlocked. It wasn’t until recently I learned to tell myself that every bad thing I did was of my own will. When you blame others for things you do, how are you ever going to x yourself? If one doesn’t see a problem, then there is nothing to be xed. But there is a problem and if it goes un xed the

by Michelle I didn’t have the best life growing up. I grew up without a mother or a father. My grandma played both parts as a parent, not only to me but to ve other grandkids, working hard to keep a roof over our heads. Many times we had beans and rice for days. I didn’t have much of a childhood. I was forced to give that up at a very early age and help my grandma look after my cousins and my baby sister. I remember telling my grandma that I would be the only one out of the whole

by Glenn I lost my older sister to drug addiction. She started to do drugs when she was fteen and now she is twenty-two and in jail because of the drugs. She is now schizophrenic and she lost her two kids because of drugs, too. She can’t think or live without someone with her. If someone doesn’t help her she’ll probably be dead somewhere because she thinks that people are after her and she thinks that cars are fake and she’ll walk right in front of them. That’s why I stay away from drugs. I try to help other kids stay