My Spaceship by Peter, age 16 Sleepless nightsLike I am on a rocket shipFlying through the solar systemUpside down, right side upChilling in a spaceshipThe walls meltAnd the days are endlessIt feels like I am in a labyrinth of time and spaceI feel trapped with no way of escapingSleepless nights because of my maniaMy eyebrows are stuck upBecause my eyes won't blinkMy skin feels like waxTouching my hands, my fingers stick like plaqueMy whole face feels numbI try to close my eyes, but they are stuck openConstantly jolting upThat is my bipolar
Writing by teenagers in King County juvenile detentionsoft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches112 pages. © December 2015
There Had to Have Been by Chantal (age 14) There’s no important person in my life. There just isn’t. Hasn’t always been this way. At some point there had to have been a person That made me feel Happy, As happy as my splat pink hair. At some point there had to have been a person That made me feel Loved, As loved as a small baby bluebird In Mama Bluebird’s nest. At some point there had to have been a person That made me feel Important, As important as The President At her inauguration. Right now There’s no important person in my life, But at some point There had to have been.
Writing by teenagers in King County Juvenile Detention
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches 92 pages. © August 2011
Lostby Payton (age 15)
I am 15 and I am lost don’t knowwhat to do. lost because I get no love. lost because I messed up my life. lost because my dad left for somewomen. lost because I got caughtup in gangs. lost because I lostreal friends my family. lostbecause I screwed my lifeup. lost because I lostrespect and trust. lostbecause I am a kleptomaniac. lost because I don’t show enoughlove or respect to peers or elders. lost because I am always in detention. lost because I got nowhere to hide. lost because I got no guardians.
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches 56 pages. © August 2007
What I Wantby Larissa (age 16)
I want to see youBut I need you to hold meI want our friendshipBut I need to trustI want your loveBut I need to learn to loveI want to believeBut I need to understandI want to smileBut I need to cry firstI want closureBut I need a new beginning
Writing by teenagers in King County Juvenile Detention in Seattle
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches 56 pages. © August 2005
How Tucked in the Cornerby Chuck (age 13)
You see that I’m aloneYou see that I stealBut you don’t know me.
You would know me ifYou knew how hard it was to live aloneYou knew how love has hurt meYou knew your mom didn’t love you.
You see that I smokeYou see that I fightBut you don’t know me.
You would know me ifYou knew how I turn emotions to hazeYou knew how I don’t fear deathYou knew how tucked in the corner was sadness.
Dedicated to my mom
Writing by teens in King County Juvenile Detention
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches 64 pages. © April 2005
you say i'm cuteyou're up on me till you knowyou tell me i'm not a guy when you find out i'm not biowhat's wrong with not being biowhy can't i just be a boi
Writing by Young People at Lambert House, a Resource Center for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning Youth and Their Allies
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches64 pages. © March 2003
If God Were Looking at My Lifeby Cedric (age 16)
He'd wonder why I sin so much.He'd understand that I'm a whole man, That I can take care of myself.He'd know the way things had gone. Bad. My parents don't care about me.He'd remember when I was very little. I was Confused because I wasn't with my real People.He'd know that I'm trying to change.He'd know that it is hard to change. The people I deal with are the people that raised me, My friends. They've got me confused.He'd want me to understand that life is better Than I'm making it.If God opened a new door for me, It would lead me to my childhood again.Then I could start all over with my life. Be treated like a human. Not treated As a thug.
Writing by Teenagers in King County Juvenile Detention
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches64 pages. © April 2004
I Feel Like a Lionby Ann (age 17)
My life right now is f__ked up. I'm in jail, and I know you've been there too. It feels like I'm following the whole entire footsteps of your life.You may think I was young, but then I still knew what you was doing when you treated mom bad. You'd take her money and spend it on beer and drugs and sometimes your other females.I remember the time you brang a b____ home, and I kicked her and closed the door. You didn't care about none of us, but you are my dad. And I do still have love for you, even if you are dead.It's hard loving someone who treated me this way. Sometimes I wish you were alive so I could tell you how I felt and how it affected me, the way you treated my family.
Writing on Grief and Life by Teenagers in Juvenile Rehabilitation at Echo Glen Children's Center
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches42 pages. © July 2001
You Wish I Was The Girl I Was by Sherita (age 17)
Dressed in all whiteWearing my blue slip-on shoesHair pressed out to my shouldersWith my blue and white purseRushing to get to Sunday SchoolWith you, Grandma,And my sisters
I was respectfulYour favorite granddaughterNot doing any drugsGoing to schoolDreaming that I can be an artistDrawing hearts with birdsWhose beautiful voices wereTelling you, Grandma,Have faith in SheritaShe'll become the girl she wasReal soon
Dedicated to Grandma
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches 64 pages. © August 2000
Why You Leave Me?by Francisco (age 17?)
mom why you leave meyou do it cause you hated meyou do it to cause painnine years of hatredsimmering in my braincaused me to go insanenow on a corner is where I hangslanging cocaine
Dedicated to mom
soft cover 5.5 x 8.5 inches64 pages. © August 1999