I am Me and I am Proud

Excerpt from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your L!fe™ Anthology (to be released Spring 2015)

When you call me fat, do not worry.
I know it is you,
not me that has to change.
I know I am beautiful just the way I am.
I care less of what people think,
because I know and celebrate the real me.
You may call me stupid;
but I know I am intelligent and smart beyond my years.
Look at the way I expose my real self.
I am me and I am proud.
Hope is what I want.
Not for me, but for you,
to see that I am beautiful just the way I am.

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Dear Bully

Poem from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your L!fe™, Anthology (to be released Spring ’15) by WWW Student

Dear Bully,
You’re wrong!
I know who I am.
Smart, beautiful, and funny.
You might not like that,
but it’s because you’re JEALOUS.
Believe in yourself.
You are wonderful, too.
I understand you.
But, just know,
You don’t have to be a BULLY.

Dear Victim

Poem from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your Life™, Anthology (to be released Winter 2014) by The Write of Your Life™ Student

Dear Victim,
I know it was WRONG,
You are beautiful, smart, and funny.
I just wanted to feel the same.

Home

Excerpt from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your Life™, Anthology (to be released Winter 2014)

Home is a place I enjoy being.
Not literally where I fall asleep every night,
And wake up every morning.
Home is a place where I’m surrounded by people I love,
And who love me in return.
Home is where I can be myself,
Not feeling alone.

Learn

Excerpt from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your Life™, Anthology (to be released Winter 2014)

Learn to appreciate the life around you,
Learn to never question your capabilities.
Learn to get back up if you can, while you struggle,
or without a doubt after it.
Learn to have fun despite the reasons you feel you shouldn’t.
Learn to be yourself and live proud of it.
Learn to be forgiving and understanding,
But most of all, learn who you want to be.
Learn how much your father loves you,
and how much your mother loved you, too.
Even if you feel your mother has abandoned you.
Learn to appreciate you got to meet her.
Learn to love yourself,
and learn to appreciate even what you cannot see.

Growing Past Our Pain

Letter from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your Life™, Anthology (to be released Winter 2014)

It makes me very sad to know that you’re unhappy.  I know growing up the way we did wasn’t easy, especially for you being the oldest.  You had a lot more responsibilities and pressures put on by mom and dad; And that made you stressed.  I wish you could help me understand why you would intentionally hurt yourself the way you do. I can’t imagine why someone would cut themselves as a way to relieve pressure. I look at your forearms and many horizontal scars that are white and faded. I honestly couldn’t imagine feeling so stressed that I have to inflict pain on myself. Having enough strength to cut my skin with a razor blade and then feeling better. We both grew up in the same conditions, so I sometimes can’t understand why you would do such a thing.  I guess we have different ways of dealing with our emotions. I hope someday you will stop cutting yourself, and realize there are other ways to deal with stress and pressure that you feel. I hope you take yourself out of the environment you are in, and find better people to surround yourself with. Cutting is a serious mental health problem, and if you don’t get help you might accidentally do something you can’t take back. I know we don’t have the best relationship but I hope you take this letter into consideration. So someday we can have the relationship that we always wanted.

I Want to Tie a Balloon to My Insecurities

Excerpt from YOUR L!FE: Young Voices from The Write of Your Life™, Anthology (to be released Winter 2014)

I want to tie a balloon to my insecurities.
I want to officially let them free, to rise and lift away.
And as they rise, I will be different.
I will be able to speak my mind on whatever it is I want.
To let go of my insecurities.
I will be able to truly be myself.
And not have a care in the world.
If my hair’s a mess or my outfit just isn’t the best.
Because it simply shouldn’t matter.
Something I must remember is, those who mind, don’t matter.
And those who matter don’t mind.