Unlocking Creativity to Transform Lives
Writers in Residence teaches creative writing to youth who are incarcerated to empower their voices and assist in their re-entry into society.
"I learned about Joy"
"It was empowering and a safe space to express myself"
"I like this program because I get to get things off my chest"
"I needed Writers in Residence, I got to put what was on my mind while no one saying nothing"
"I learned how to cope by using creative writing and there's multiple opportunities to go far with it"
"I know what I need to do to be successful mentally"
Facilitate a smooth transition for youth back into their communities.
I remember when me and my sisters was at p.o.c park and this little girl that look like the mom off rugrats threw a ball at my sister and pushed her off the swing and I dragged the girl to a mud puddle and me and my other sister threw her in the mud. the thing is she used to think she was a bully and I wasn’t goin her name was shariyah and she aint have no edges. Moral of the story, behind mines, we an go to war with all yours 100 and loose no sleep.
Wake up well I didn’t Wake up cuz I never Went to sleep, Banging the 6 all night and studying at the same time. One makes money how one makes it later so I’m kinda split.
Thank you so much resses for Make me feel better. you pick me up when Im down. you make my hands smell like peanut butter when Im finished eating. you smell like the sweet joy of peanut butter. you must like like you’ve been in the sun
We were at swensons me, my girlfriend, and a few of my friends. I was playing this girl. And her dad Pulled up to swensons. me and my friend who’s 6’3 got out of my car and he didn’t fight us because he was a shrimp.
1 Salty Barbeque Chips are so good, I Love chips are so good to eat 2 Friends are amusing They Help out with anything And everything too
It was a week after I got out of treatment. White shirt, black pants sitting on a still colored paper. I was only 17, she was 18, eye shadow, in a circular case, black outfit, white socks, brother and a sister, fun times at the house of our mother’s maker, times we’ve not spent in a while. Food cooking on the stove top, coffee in the pot, 1 hour after our eyes open, we leave, disappearing from that place, that place with so many memories, memories we have made forever of the love we share with one another all going back to that Photo of me and my sis all over again. Back in that house, Back in that small room and a twin-sized bed. We share the love for that home back in our heads, Pink wall where her diploma hangs, we look back at that Photo missing all that we had. I couldn’t imagine life being good before that Photo.
I come from a town that does drugs. I come from a place that has helpful people. I come from my home town that has good police. I came from a town where my friends grew up. I came a town that the high school band played in parades I came from a good high school that helps people too. I come from a place where we rap for fun to forget But I’m going to come from a town I love and help out.
Family is a gift you are given the seconed you are born Family is a hand always there to elevate you Family isn’t always blood but the people who accept you regardless Family is a book of memories that you can look back on and smile Family are the people who back you up when your cornered Family is a gift given the seconed your born.
Dear Miya, Get out of the system, stop doing things u know will get u introuble. You have a lot of potential weather u see it now or not and u can do great things & be successful like other people. Make your mom & dad proud, you’ve got this. Get back into sports, fix family relationships, be a better person. Don’t dwell on things u have no power over and change the things u do have power over. Sincerely, Miya
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