This book is a testimony to today's youth who continue to work hard to understand who they are and overcome the adversity they have experienced in their life.
Originally submitted to our monthly magazine Getting Ready, these youth living in the systems of foster care, juvenile justice, and Job Corps, have the opportunity to see their lives and work in print.
|Publisher:||Northwest Media, Incorporated|
|Edition description:||NORTHWEST MEDIA INC|
|Product dimensions:||5.54(w) x 8.46(h) x 0.33(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
Read an Excerpt
My name is Cinnamon and I am 16 years old. I live in a center for chemically dependent teens. My mother gave me up when I was two. I wrote this poem to get my feeling out about her
. Cinnamon, Mother, Page 3
Oh Mother, I have so many words to say to you
But fear not for I'll only say few
Oh Mother, why did you leave me here alone
With the intention of leaving me in this cruel world to roam?
Why did you leave me with my father?
He's done you no glory.
He says you gave up, saw no reason to bother
Was I such a bad child
that the punishment
you chose couldn't have been somewhat mild?
The one you chose for me has simply gone wild.
I've moved here, and there
from family to family
Oh, how I killed each one's heart
Mother, I've hurt them all so badly.
Why was it so hard to understand?
All I would have asked for would have
been a helping hand
Oh Mother, I know your tasks were many
and hard to endure
But the father says your reasoning for doing it,
even you are unsure.
Oh Mother, how could they say it was right
that it had to be done?
They just don't understand
It's not their mother who is gone.