Cutting is dangerous and deadly, and it seems like the norm for coping with internal pain among my peers
As I realize that my junior year, probably the most important academic year of high school, is closer than ever, naturally I’m stressing about everything related to junior year. I even stressed considerably about writing this story about junior year.
Teens at the Georgia Teen Institute’s summer workshops shared their voices and reflections.
Listen to the voices from the Georgia Teen Institute, 2015.
You should believe that you’re beautiful and awesome. So, the next time you look in the mirror say, “I’m a confident and empowered woman.”
The pain does.
The pain of accepting change
The pain of being unknown
The pain of no longer being my one and only.
For I am ugly and only the pretty deserve compliments
I feel like I can’t eat in public because someone is watching
And judging because I’m disgusting to the eye
Last spring break, I spent my time touring the great historical sites in China.
The selection of poems was written when I was posed the question, “Is there an African-American Dream?” In my literature class, during a discussion about hope, freedom, and dreams, the question stuck out because every one of my peers’ answers were different.
I’m very comfortable with driving because I’ve had tons of practice with my parents on and off the highway. My parents are trying really hard to continue to give me the freedom to go where I please when I please, and they’ve been giving me that for most of my life and I am totally appreciative. But you know how parents are.