I am a person and a sister!
I am a bird!
I wonder what you are!
I wonder what I am doing here!
I hear Stephan talking1
I hear my mom yelling at me!
I see you
I see my friends
I want to graduate
I want to go to California
~SC
I love to draw, and what I draw are characters for my stories.
I also like to remember the good memories of my past.
My memories are important to me because without all my good time I would be a hollow person, a person with no emotions but sadness and I wouldn’t want to be that person.
My memories make me happy that I have them, like in my last mini-graph I mentions, if didn’t have them how emotionless I would be.
My memories are like cherished dreams.
My memories are wonderful thoughts.
My memories make me relived and calm.
My most favorite memories are the times I used to go horsebacks riding.
~OM
I am
I am twisted, strange and deranged
They cannot fix me, because I AM!
I wonder what my purpose in life is.
I hear the dead, they’re screaming for someone else.
But I hear them.
I see me all alone in the dark abyss.
I want to end this but I don’t want to
Do it cuz I love my family and friends.
I am twisted, strange and deranged
They can’t fix me because I AM!
I pretend to be sad and happy
I feel happy-pain
I touch the souls of others
I worry about myself
I say the truth and nothing but
I hope I find what I want soon
Or else.
I am a Juggalo.
~LJ
A crowded room. A screaming baby. A scared mother.
October 10th, 1998, the start of my life.
No father, brave grandparents, and still a screaming baby.
Both my mother and father left me, but I wasn’t alone.
My brave grandparents took me in, even though I wasn’t theirs.
They took me to their huge house, out in the middle of the reservation.
We had horses, land, cattle, and pigs, everything you’ll love having as a kid 4 rooms, my grandparents and I, all in one house.
As I grew older, I loved the reservation, but knew I was an outcast.
Unwanted, I felt ashamed to be considered human at all
I began to wear black, sat at the back of class, I had no friends.
All I had was my grandma, such a beautiful and sweet woman.
I wasn’t very close to my grandpa, because he wasn’t a very nice person.
When I woke up in the morning, I had my favorite breakfast.
Eggs, bacon, orange juice, I loved breakfast as a child.
When I went to bed, I was tucked in and was read a bedtime story.
My grandma had an amazing way of bring a story to life
She always made me smile and laugh with every word she said
As I continued to grow, I got better with people, well, some that.
I started to talk, and communicate with others even though I didn’t fit in.
~SS
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