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Old School Hip Hop Mix sculpture by Olivia Cervantes
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Where I Come From by Brian Johns
Where I Come From
I come from the West Side
I come from Broad-Way & Kirk-Town bound
I come from OG’s selling dope and shooting dice
I come from if you aren’t known, it’s nothing nice, from
Crack head’s fighting over hits.
I come from a broken home where a father don’t mean shit
I come from a mother that shows only tough love
From a mother that put drugs, guns, and dope selling in front of me,
A CHILD, so I thought that’s what it was.
I come from nothing,
Hoping to be something.
I come from where jail is where you become a man, and where you
Barely got one leg, so it’s hard to stand.
I come from where fresh clothe’s, and tight kicks mean more then studying and shit.
I come from a road that doesn’t lead anywhere good.
I come from thinking about ways to get on that right path because in the end I’ve seen where I’d end up at.
I come from always keep your gun because you never know if you will be the next one.
BUT, the man I am now has seen, done, and lived it all I’ve reached the ground I can’t fall.
So as I get back up, I know what’s up, and exactly where I’ll end up.
This is where I come from.
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Blue Sky by Melvin Reano
The Blue Sky has opened its arms for me today.
There is a big blue smile in the sky and the smile
Watches me wherever I go.
I hear a voice coming down from the sky, it’s like
A whisper, but it’s strong enough to vibrate my soul.
The voice says, “I love you, and everything is gonna be all right.”
The sky says it has been watching me since the day I was born,
My struggles, my battles, my good days and more.
The sky told me that when I am lost, lonely and sad,
He cries for me, hoping too wash away my worries.
Sometimes it has worked and sometimes it has made things worse.
When the dark heavy clouds come,
And the rain begins to pour, that was you, Sky.
You cried with me and for me and when the rain was gone,
The beauty of life shined again.
You are right, Blue Sky. Everything will be just fine. You are
My breath, my happiness, my sunshine
And love.
You are my big blue smile in the sky
That watches me from above. |
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Desire by Melvin Reano
Tilting, tapping, smacking, packing, laughing,
It started off lazy and calm, now sweat’s dripping off
my palm
I wipe my face, I think the world is a disgrace
I can’t look up ‘cause I’m so far down.
I can’t look down ‘cause I’m already on the ground.
If I look down my face will be in the dirt.
All I got in this world is this person who loves me so
She helps me with everything I need,
I don’t even have to beg or plead.
Sex, clothes, shoes and cars, I need a drink
‘cause I think I’m falling.
Falling in love and falling for you, I know this might be lust,
So what do I trust?
Do I trust in you or do I trust in myself,
Or do I ask for help from a god that never
Answers my prayers?
My skin is in layers, tattooed with sin and polluted.
My mind is deluded. |
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The Past by Melvin Reano
Don’t look back now.
Now would be the time to don’t look back.
Don’t back track the past
‘cause then you’ll have a flashback.
Anxiety attack.
You’ll put on a guilty hat.
Your mind will be trapped.
The only way to come out is with a slap.
Reality check, pinch yourself.
Yeah, you’re still alive.
You have a chance to survive. |
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Where You From? by Melvin Reano
Did you come from Heaven or did you come from Hell?
I can’t tell.
I can’t look into your eyes because the pour out both goodness and hate
And for that you can be compared to a metal stake.
You might drive it right through my heart and tear my life apart.
Your eyes sparkle like diamonds but when you cry
They drip like red wine.
You can’t aim in your eyes the sunshine.
Your scent scatters me across the land like hail
In a stormy night.
Your kisses are like butterflies that land on my body
And lift me up to party.
You turn a hero into a coward,
Like a dragon that devoured a mother and father
When their kids wake, they’ll be lost in the abyss
And clueless. |
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Acrostic by Edward Tenorio
Evil Temper
Deep Feelings
Worry, I worry a lot
Angry, I am always angry at myself
Rainbow, I like rainbows
Delightful, I am delightful |
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Me by Edward Tenorio
Edward
Gentle, Dreamer, Lonely, Tense
I am the youngest of five kids, son of Martha and Edward.
I like to go hunting with my father
And I like to drink coffee with my mother.
I like going to the mall.
I feel lonely and depressed sometimes.
I am afraid of going back to prison.
I would like to see me finish this program.
Tenorio |
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Just Because by Edward Tenorio
Just because I’m in MDC
And away from my family
Doesn’t mean I don’t think of them
Doesn’t mean that I can’t come to school and educate my mind,
And doesn’t mean that I can’t show my mother that I can succeed in life.
Just because I can’t see my kids ‘til they turn 18 years old
Doesn’t mean I don’t miss them a lot and I think of them all the time.
When is the CO going to call my name to go home to my family? I hope when I go to court this month.
I hope that when I go to court that I won’t get sentenced back to prison. |
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