The Following are autobiographical
poems:
H-Unit
My
Self
Who am
I?
Am I
the girl who had a baby
at 16
who now attends UCSC
Or am
I weak
My
Self
Who am
I?
Am I
the woman who volunteered five years
at the
wildlife center
Bonding
with a hawk named Weshawee
Which
I named my youngest daughter after?
OR to
myself... I destruct
My
Self
Who am
I?
Am I
the woman
who
helps create a space for marginalized voices
to be
heard on the radio dial 94.1
or are
the memories too distant
too
long?
-S.
Daddy's
little girl,
Crazy,
suicidal and out of control.
Became
a mother at fourteen;
La
Vida Loca was the life for me.
Meth
crept up and took my soul;
Always
ready to smoke a bowl.
Abused
and fucked up,
Drugs
and alcohol and avoidance were my only tools.
Played
the part: happy and cool,
I had
a job and sent to school.
Never
thought I played the fool,
Met
death face to face.
That's
what happens when you live
life
in a fast pace.
My
soul the devil can taste,
Living
my life, a total waste.
Jail,
institutions and death
is
the life promised to me.
Is
this really what God planned for me?
Daddy's
little girl,
It's
never too late.
So I
create my own fate.
I'm
taking control.
I'm
not letting go.
I
can't pretend I do not hurt.
But
hurtful words I can no longer blurt.
Careless
attitude... I've GOT to change.
Why
does change feel so strange?
It's
time to get my kids,
Time
to enjoy life once again,
Hopeful
my story can help a friend.
I'm
creating a better end.
Blessings
God is starting to send,
unnoticed
there, no longer a blur.
I'm
standing on my feet.
Opening
my eyes so I can see.
There
is a better life for me.
Real
happiness and a piece of mind,
I'm
completely ready to find.
I will
no longer live my life blind.
A new
path I will now walk,
I no
longer will talk the talk.
I'm
applying new principles to my life;
I want
to be a Mommy and a wife.
God,
continue to walk and guide me through this path.
Keep
me from temptation,
It's
time for redemption.
-S.A.
H-Unit
What the person thinks about
From childhood I've learned about being left alone
In myself with my hand over my face
A one man race
These eyes you can forget
this voice you will imagine
this face in your eyes
connect with mine
We all have a connection
May the souls lead you in the wrong direction
Let this story be told
let these pages in a class book
unfold a boring life
never get old.
These souls follow us from the places that are old
Look what happens when you never listen or do what you're told
My boring life never gets old
This story of Alone
This time I didn't pass. I will ask
This time they ________
Alone in this cell is one mind
A life a hundred years long
Alone in this life. Keep your head
You love yourself only
Could find someone along the path
Only one chance
-There is a soul in a girl's eyes
Sweet little behind your back lies
-J.G.
“This Sucks”
I really don't want to write anything about my childhood.
My life has been like a roller coaster
-M.S.
Childhood to present:
My childhood? My childhood was very unique. I had a wonderful
childhood with much pain as well. The good times growing up had to do
with having many friends around me with the same family, or similar
family problems as me. My parents were very caring as well as
non-existent. Drugs and alcohol played a part in how my life made me
grow up quick. My parents were very good when they were sober, but
when intoxicated or high on drugs, I was left to fend for myself
which was sad, but I was blessed to have good friends around me all
the time. My friends were the main ones who helped me grow up fast,
but my parents were able to teach me right from wrong. I can't
complain too much about my childhood because I had my space, freedom
and friends. I have been very lucky up to this point in time because
I have dodged many bullets. But now that I'm in jail, I feel like my
luck has finally run out. I feel very blessed to be in this class
right now because for this one hour I don't feel like I'm in jail
with a bunch of fucking animals, so I can't complain about the
present timing right now. I'm really happy my future won't be ruined,
and hoping I can still accomplish all of my childhood goals. I'm
gonna stay strong, never give up, and continue to keep ________ . I
always gonna be beaten up and bruised at some point in my life, but I
know I can make it because I am a very strong person.
-C.R.
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