Below are a couple of  poems created by our teenage clients.

Gracious Skies

Gracious memories fall from the sky.

They come from above my conscious mind.

The light that’s so splendid its blinding my eyes.

To create is to love and to love you must hate all the things in this world that we can’t escape.

Things that are lost vainly to trust.

Those things we forget and never discuss.

The simplest smile, smirk, or laugh, keeps the fires sedated with joy at last, a happiness that descends on the silver hair.

One so hard to find though its every where.

Memories of fall spring summer and cold, those secret words that are never to be told.

It can only confide in ones soul.

The seasons frame every moment from within, like the names we have love for and the ones we befriend.

This affair only grows and it never will end, in these eyes they are seen, in these hands they are touched.

With this heart they are esteemed, in these lands they are seen that it is never too much.

Here you can want and never have, just keep it to yourself and don’t get mad.

Instead be grateful for what you have, at the end of the day the memory will last.

-- Christopher Gillespie

MY PILLOW

As I lay on my pillow with my eyes shut I

think and wonder while

I dream. I lay on my

pillow as I get beaten

my body sore and I’m

in pain, As I lay on

my pillow I think about

the future and what it

holds. As I lay on my

pillow I think about where

God is going 2 send me. I

lay on my pillow dying

from stress that a young

girl shouldn’t have. My

pillow is full of tears.

Asking God am I safe.

Lying on my pillow I

cry because I want

mom. Wondering where

is she. As I lay on my

pillow I fade away

slowly but surely!

Lying on my pillow

As an angel!!

Thelma Gafford. 7/13/06

 AFRAID

 Afraid of myself, and what I

know I can do

Afraid of change and the

person I see

Afraid of me

Afraid of what someone may

say

Afraid of what someone may

do

Afraid of me

Afraid of new homes or

group homes

Afraid to tell a lie

Afraid of who I am

Afraid of me

Afraid of what I see in

the mirror which is me

Afraid of me

Afraid of all things that

Comes my way

I’m afraid of me

By Thelma Gafford 7/8/06

ONE DAY

One day you’ll be grown

And have a place of your own

One day you’ll be an actress

And say hey I like this

One day you’ll have so much money

You’ll buy a car on a day that’s sunny

One day you’ll go to Hawaii

You’ll say ooh wee

One day you’ll reach the end

And never see life again

One day you’ll die

And hope you reach the sky

Emma

HOW WE

What to think, how to build. How to survive.

We forget how to live our lives to protect our spirit, to be clean and decent.

We forget that everything we do matters so much.

Every right decision brings us blessings.

Every wrong decision brings us pain.

And then, when times get hard our struggle and pain shows on our faces and our bodies.

Us women need not to let our dreams be destroyed.

We need to stand as one.  

Jonnita B.

A Man I Once Called Daddy

A man I use to call daddy,

But as I got older another man became my daddy,

So I searched and looked for this man I once called daddy,

And I looked and I looked asking people where is daddy,

Where is the man I once called daddy,

I asked and asked, But no one could tell me,

And I soon realized that the man I once called daddy,

Was a man I never really knew,

And until this day I still don’t know my daddy,

So I wait and I wait still looking and asking where is my DADDY!

Lisa H.

I loved U

Gave you everything, held back nothing

Trusted you with my heart, begged you from the start not to break it, not to misplace it, not to use it, but you still abused it.

I took you seriously, you took me as a joke now I’m hurting from head to toe.

Still not really wanting to let go but I feel I really don’t have a choice cause I don’t want to fill this pain no mo.

Why do this to me you would have had everything love, trust, and honesty I wouldn’t have.

Kiara D.

Stop to Think

Has anybody ever stopped to think,

Why?

Why did Jesus do what he did ?

For us to stay alive?

Has anybody ever stopped to think

What?

What would happen if Jesus didn’t do what he did?

Has anybody ever stopped to think,

If?

If it wasn’t for him where would we be?

Well now people need to think

Why, What and If

He wasn’t the Jesus he was

Akeema