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Gang Violence PSAs

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Runaway/Homeless Postcards

lawjiniu — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 19:52:05 +0000

HIV Postcards

lawjiniu — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 19:01:46 +0000

mi little accident

Tay-Tay — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 20:18:12 +0000

when i was about seven years old i lived in an apartment, nd mi sister had a friend dat lived below us, 1 day we were out back playin wit other kids from da other apartments when i seen da girl sittin down, i dont remember how but da next thing i kno im sittin on her lap wit her hand down mi pants, i remember her 2 try 2 get me 2 do some other stuff 2 her but i dont really want 2 say cuz its 2 nasty, she also asked me 2 go in2 her apartment but i wouldnt go, eventually i got away from her nd told mi mom nd i dont really remember but i think she got n trouble

i neva really told any1 dis story but i think tellin it now make me feel better, holdin it nside iz not good cuz i think about it all da time nd i feel worse nd worse about miself …. i only tell people i really trust nd dat wuz about 2 other people nd u so dis iz our little secret

Wonder Why

Josh — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:00:20 +0000

I wonder,
I wonder,
Why sometimes we die
Why sometimes we cry
Why sometimes we lie
Why this fool i know is a puss why, why
Why we die in a world like this
Like a wise guy said you don’t need to put on make up
All you need to do is to take off that fake stuff
And you need is to wake up
So i wonder why
Why sometimes we die
Why sometimes we cry
Why sometimes we lie
Why we need to drink ourselves to deaf
All you need to do is take a deep breath
And let your pain go away
And start a new day
So i wonder why
Why sometimes we die
Why sometimes we cry
Why sometimes we lie
Why we judge other people before we even know them
Why we make them the bad guy and not the good guy
Because inside every angry person
There is a good person
So i wonder sometimes
Why sometimes we die
Why sometimes we cry
Why sometimes we lie
I just wonder, wonder why sometimes……

- Jeffrey, 14

The Ride

Janelle — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:44:38 +0000

As I go, advancing through the night,
I will gallop, I will trot, I will ride,
Jumping up, like a baby bird, attempting flight,
Leaping over rocks and broken trees on their side,

The grounds, black, and the heavens, ablaze,
The war above raging with an inner fire,
My heart too fast a rhythm, my feet, crazed,
The evil behind be, pushing me higher,

The buring forest a sight to see,
I fear the thing that all things dread,
But with the fire almost catching me,
And the thing behind me that wants my head,

My efforts never good enough,
No time to say I have it hard.

- August

Better

Janelle — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 14:00:22 +0000

When I was born and came to be,
I came to this world and started to pee,
I started out young like everyone,
When I grew up and tried try my best,
My best to be better,
Better than everyone,
Everyone I knew,
I knew how to be better,
Better than my folks,
My folks who made me,
Made me who I am today,
Today I am the person I am,
Every single day,
Every single day trying to be better,
Better than myself,
Then I lost my mind,
I didn’t know what to do where to be how to see,
To see my way through the difficulties,
The difficulties of my life,
My life which I spend time,
Time to get better so I can pass school,
Pass school there is a gate,
A gate that tell you who you are,
You are what you wanted to be,
All you gotta do is make the right choice,
The choice to be who you want to be………………….

- Jeffrey

Do You Ever Wonder Why We’re Here? (In life)

admin — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 14:00:00 +0000

Sometimes when I wash the dishes, I think about why we are here.

I think about my life and if anyone has the same feelings I do. Sometimes I think this world is Mother Nature’s head and that we are the lice. The tree is her hair and when it snows its mother nature shampooing her head. Summer is when she is drying her hair. Just like the lice are in our hair, we die in the winter.

That is what I think of when I wonder about life. However, this is just one of my many imaginations when I think about why we are here, in life.

- Sophie

Why Should I Remember?

Janelle — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:43:31 +0000

Why should I remember?
Memories form the past?
They are long forgotten
For reasons, do not ask
They are ships, drowned and forgotten
Pain drowned in the sea
I’m an explosion waiting to happen
I am the pain in me
No more do I try to fight it
The pain is here to stay
Just hide it and deny it
Yet it grows stronger everyday
Lock it up, throw away the key
I am my pain and it is me.

- Paris