Category Archives: Poetry

First Lesson

by J. H. (a youth affected by incarceration)

My first lesson was never to be a punk
But as I grew intimidation led to a sorrow butt
I figured humans aren’t games so why play with human’s fears

The mistakes I made don’t determine the way I behave
Knowing I’m a product of my environment the lessons I learned don’t motivate my change
It’s all about me and my lessons remain the same

A poem by an incarcerated youth titled “First Lesson.” Published with permission.

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Snippets from Detention

The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.
~John 1:5

…tortured…
…raped…
…thrown out…
…beaten…
…sold…
…discarded…
…ignored…
…forgotten…
…lost…

…i pray for my father’s death…
…i wanted to be president…
…i miss my children…
…i don’t need anybody…
…i have to be wanted…
…i wonder where god is…

…sold…
…tortured…
…beaten…
…crucified…
…lost…

…resurrected…

Child Slavery is Bigger then Ever

York-led study finds homeless youth more vulnerable to crime

York-led study finds homeless youth more vulnerable to crime