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Upcoming Events / Juvenile Justice Zine Release Party

Juvenile Justice Zine release party thrown by WISH

(Washington Incarceration Stops Here),

Friday, 10/11 7-10pm, at Queer Youth Space (upstairs at 911 E. Pike Street).
Full invitation from WISH as follows:
“I am writing to let you know that WISH has just finished compiling a great zine – Plan A – featuring poetry, art, and articles presenting a vision for alternatives to the new youth jail and juvenile courts.

“We will be having a zine release party on Friday, October 11th, and would love it if you and your members (and anyone else you think may be interested) can attend. The party will be at Queer Youth Space from 7-10pm. It will feature a short program, including speakers discussing WISH and poetry from zine authors, followed by lots of music, dancing, and refreshments! Although we won’t have any formal tabling, please feel free to bring any materials from your organization that you would like to share. You can click on the links below to see the facebook event page and the new postings to WISH’s blog:  https://www.facebook.com/events/219384354892998/http://nonewyouthjail.wordpress.com/

Best,
The members of WISH

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.

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

A poem: “I am from nothing”

Below is a poem from mindy hardwick’s blog.  She facilitates poetry writing workshops in youth detention centers.  I think this really gives a glimpse into the mind of a youth in prison.  Especially the idea of being nothing and coming from nothing.

 

Written by a Teen Girl

I AM FROM NOTHING

I am from nothing.

A hole in the wall

An unnoticed fly on the ceiling

I am from deception

A never-ending circle of flies

A knife in the back of a friend
I am from perversion

The look on a man’s face

as he steals the innocence of a child.

 

I am from nothing

But I will not BE nothing.