• Poetry notebook Poetry

    Poetry and I

    Sep 20, 2012

    We'Ced

    When I was writing, I didn't know what I was writing was poetry until one day my mom walked in and took my notebook and started to read it. The next day she said I had a talent, a gift.
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    Poetry notebook

    Poetry and I

    Sep 20, 2012

    We'Ced

    When I was writing, I didn't know what I was writing was poetry until one day my mom walked in and took my notebook and started to read it. The next day she said I had a talent, a gift.
    Continue to We'Ced Youth Media
  • 3517917057_d86c06922b_z1 Poetry

    'Falling Petals': Teens and STD's

    Sep 18, 2012

    Anonymous

    Falling Petals is about a young man who tries to get a young lady. The man sees a young lady, who looks shy and can probably make him feel safe, so they started to date. He falls for her and thinks she falls in love with him. Everything is going great until he finds out she gave him chlamydia.
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    3517917057_d86c06922b_z1

    'Falling Petals': Teens and STD's

    Sep 18, 2012

    Anonymous

    Falling Petals is about a young man who tries to get a young lady. The man sees a young lady, who looks shy and can probably make him feel safe, so they started to date. He falls for her and thinks she falls in love with him. Everything is going great until he finds out she gave him chlamydia.
    Continue to We'Ced Youth Media
  • earth face Poetry

    Finding Appreciation Behind Bars

    Aug 09, 2012

    The Beat Within

    I appreciate the stone bed we sleep on, instead of the dusty floor I was calling a bed. I appreciate the nasty food we get to keep our stomachs quiet. I, despite the cruel things my parents have done to me, appreciate that they visit me everyday, bringing me fashion magazines every time.
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    earth face

    Finding Appreciation Behind Bars

    Aug 09, 2012

    The Beat Within

    I appreciate the stone bed we sleep on, instead of the dusty floor I was calling a bed. I appreciate the nasty food we get to keep our stomachs quiet. I, despite the cruel things my parents have done to me, appreciate that they visit me everyday, bringing me fashion magazines every time.
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  • demons Poetry

    Poetry from Inside Juvenile Hall: The Sleeping Giant

    Jul 12, 2012

    The Beat Within

    The side of it no one has ever seen <br/> The other thing inside it is a whole different being <br/> Devil’s chocolate no cookies and cream. <br/> Maggots, worms and spiders switch the scene.
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    demons

    Poetry from Inside Juvenile Hall: The Sleeping Giant

    Jul 12, 2012

    The Beat Within

    The side of it no one has ever seen <br/> The other thing inside it is a whole different being <br/> Devil’s chocolate no cookies and cream. <br/> Maggots, worms and spiders switch the scene.
    Read story