Youth Poems

My life My fear My pain My tears My friends come When rough times come around They always do appear Never…will you get that Chance to put me down Never...will you have another chance to make me frown For I have become A person with inspiration That works hard under the presure As long as I believe in me I will continue to conquer All rough trials that may come Because in my eyes I am number one You will never Get another turn to make me cry You will never Get a second chance to take my pride For [...]

They said I was born to fail… They said I would be mentally retarded and that my life was over before it had even started. They said that I would eventually end up in some type of institution that would have to give me ‘round the clock care with someone to wipe the drool off my chin as I absently sat there. They said a lot of things, and although the stigmas have always remained, the only thing that in truth reigned was the fact that I was born addicted to cocaine. Their words filled the pool in which all [...]

It all started when I got kicked out of my first apartment now I homeless and I have to sit down and think about it, falling down a hill that already started. Now I’m scared because I have nothing to eat, my body weight is starting to decrease and that don’t even fit me. Now I walkin’ around lookin’ at the shoes on my feet… I still got one resource, I can still turn to the streets… but that ain’t me. I rather take a chance and go on with my life. Yo, but when I got to Daybreak, things [...]

I just want to say thank you for all the things you helped me through Through all the stress, depression and all of the other stuff I’ve been through To say ‘Lonnie keep your head up’ and holding it for me And not letting go and pushing me ‘cause y’all was there for me Let me sit and think for a minute Daybreak was there for me when I was 16 years old I was a homeless little boy and they brought me in from the cold I was in the shelter and I stayed to myself in a deep [...]

Am I deranged, in my mind i'm stuck lookin 4 change, & not the kind in a cup not the kind in a fountain, & I have no fear it's like i'm climbing this mountain, & have no gear it's like i'm back at church, with all these confessions & man it really hurts, so much depression followed by agression, Nothin but hate Was a hard lesson, that i must vacate So many Troubles, most i can't name & the stress only doubles, blook burst in her brain things will never be the same, something i must accept Still lookin [...]