Friends, family, administrators, staff, and students, lend us your ears! For today we come to you with tales of sadness, tales of grief, tales of longing, and ultimately tales of transformation and courage. What you see here, what you hear here, is all our own. This is our poem. These are our words. This is our life. So please quiet all your cellular technological instruments, and listen, with all your heart.
I introduce you to:
The simple things in life can come to us and disappear from us so quickly out of spite. But all those years of torment and constant torture has left us no choice but to/ prepare for battle/ to do what has been done to us.
Now for the colorful definitions of warriors, according to my affiliates.
A warrior is someone who stands up for other people without being asked. They are nice and polite, they are not bullies.
A warrior is someone who fights to get what they want.
A warrior is protective of others.
A warrior is strong, brave, and compassionate.
A warrior is someone who has had a really messed up childhood, had so many times they have fallen down, but they always get back up.
A warrior is someone who can make a difference and prove people wrong.
A warrior is honor bound, duty bound, brave, and kind.
A warrior could/ be you.
Alright, who is ready for brain whiplash? Pay attention. DJ is about to speak.
I am a pony in wonderland. But then something tragic happened, the whole kingdom was destroyed, Wattson Manor was a mausoleum for a graveyard. The one thing that I like that happened was when I was mysteriously turned back into a princess. But what they didn’t know was that/ I am a warrior/ undercover.
She claims she is a warrior, but a warrior does not walk alone. What about the rest of the acquaintances?
I am a warrior because I will fight for what I love and I will fight for what I believe in.
I am a warrior because I can overcome battles. I am always battling myself, but no matter what, I am who I am. I will be who I will be.
I am a warrior because I think too much about everything.
I am a warrior because I am generous. I am helpful. I am trustworthy and loyal.
I am a warrior because I survive the ups and downs of every day.
I am a warrior because I am caring, loving, kind, brave, duty bound and honor bound.
I am a warrior because of my past and present. I have seen things. I have done things and I am still living.
I do not think I am a warrior. / Not yet.
Now go to your happy place, because things are gonna get dark…
How do I learn to disappear if darkness is everywhere and there is no light? It’s hard to run from darkness but if you’re strong and optimistic you can run. Always believe in yourself. I know life is hard, but no matter what, we have to survive and if we’re strong, the darkness will go away. Darkness is everywhere but I see a lot of darkness in people. I don’t like darkness, but sometimes I like it and I don’t know why. I hate being alone. If there’s no one around, you have to help yourself to get out of the darkness and always believe in yourself no matter what happens. Be strong and positive.
I am going through so many difficulties right now that I don’t even know where to start. My first problem is that my family is living like I don’t exist. At all. My parents only support me in what they think is important, not what I need them to. I am waiting for the day they understand me, and I realize that may take a very long time. My life sucks majorly. I am seriously about to crack. I fear then, I will be lost forever. I turned 20 on the 17th of December. So far, my life has been hard, and I know, it will only get harder. My life is a laugh and snore all at the same time. I just want it to be normal, whatever that is.
As she sits there with her long black hair I look and wonder if she is the one for me. I sit and cry and wonder why this girl is still here. Because of me or is she just waiting for the right time to leave? I don’t care if she really stays or leaves. I put up with so much from her I just wish I could sit and die. I sit and cut my forearm and watch the blood pour out of my veins. I sit in a chair thinking will I live today or die tonight?
The first time I felt alone was when I lived at 5 acres. I never had any friends and I was always depressed. I would just sit in a corner and watch others play around with each other. I was alone and scared. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a loser and felt like I was slipping into a never-ending void where I would always be alone. I felt so sad all of the time and feared I would never make any friends.
Life is so hard for me now that I am 18. It was hard before but now I do not know what to do, I feel like everyone wants me to be that good little 18 year old girl that walks away from everything. And when things get hard she gets back up. But I do not know anymore if I can do this or I can be who they want me to be. I wasn’t even supposed to make it this far. I had a dream long ago that I would die on my 18th birthday.
Actually I have never felt love. I don’t know what love is and I don’t know about love because I have never been in love and I have never loved someone, which is everything to me. I hope I’ll find my love and that I’ll be loved in return. It’s hard to explain for me what love is. In my opinion love is when someone respects you and accepts who you are no matter what.
My life is a tragedy
Trying to live in the fast lane is what I need
Patience is not my virtue
But kindness is not everyone’s virtue
Enough with the melodrama, get up off your rears and fight!
I fight against hatred.
I fight against myself.
I fight my inner most feelings.
I fight against war.
I fight against unlawful death.
I fight against speeding cars going over the speed limit.
I fight against myself.
I fight against who I am. Whenever I fight against myself, I see myself in deep pain.
I fight against discrimination, bullying, and anti-equality.
I fight against my Mom. When she turns away from me when I try to talk. She never listens.
I fight against all the things that have happened to me and my siblings. All of the abuse.
I fight against my inner self and my outer self. I fight against something and nothing. I fight against life and death. I fight against light and dark.
I fight against Brazilian tree warriors, knights, and the jury in the dark castle on a cold winter night. But judgments come from stone temple walls that cloud my thoughts. It’s like what the God’s created us for, they created us to fight, fight for our right to hide our existence, which is, to be either true, or to come out in spawned and spiteful ways.
Personally, I find fighting terribly boring unless there is a deep and profound moral component to it.
I stand for love, for family, and for friends.
I stand for who I am and who I will become.
I stand for keeping my good and tossing out the bad.
But I also stand for white and Mexican and the way I feel.
I stand apart from the world.
I stand for freedom and for you being whatever you want and that it does not matter how you were born or what you became. Everybody makes mistakes. Making mistakes is how we learn. You have to deal with it. I stand for being a better person.
I stand for perseverance, honesty, respect, and balance. I stand for Me. Without me, I would wilt.
I stand for freedom and equal rights because I think everyone is equal and has the right to be who they are.
I stand for freedom and the right to express myself and say how I feel and what is
I stand for every person and for no person at all.
I stand for a purpose greater than myself.
I stand for those who stand no more.
I stand for dark remedies during the cold nights of Halloween but the sad part is, the tragedy is, that who you feel you are inside, is only the color templates that go in and out of your mind in a color sequence. Just be yourself.
So much easier said than done.
Don’t you people have any dreams, for crying out loud???
If I could have anything in the world, what would it be? Most would probably say material objects like money or a car or a dope house up in the hills. I know homies who would rather have the thrill of running the streets. I got homies who’s life dream is to have a different girl every night. I know some friends that would want drugs every day of their lives. But me, hell…
I don’t need the money
Screw the drugs
Car can wait
Different girl every night? Naw, I am straight.
Cuz I would rather have that one angel who I can spend the rest of my life with
And a house ?
The only way I want a house is if it’s a home filled with a family of my own.
So what is it I’ve been longing for?
Ask me one more time and I will tell you
It’s something I have never truly had
Growing up and not having it
Growing up only made me want it even more.
And my one thing is one but many
I want to find that angel
Fall in love
And spend the rest of my life with them
Have a family
Of my Own
I am longing for a better life for me and my siblings. That we don’t end up like the adults in our family. I want to be the best person I can be when I come out of the system and not in jail like my Dad, or working the streets to get money, like my Mom. I long to go to college after High School. To play basketball. To be able to be there for my little brother and sisters. And just maybe, if I put my mind to it, and try hard, I can be in the WNBA.
I am longing to find my destiny. I do not know what it is. Where is my life going? I have to take a chance and see where this life takes me.
I’m longing for my dreams to come true because I have many dreams. I dream of being a famous celebrity, knowing God better, being who I am, writing books, writing songs, having lots of friends, and being very popular everywhere I go.
I long for a better way of life to come and pass us by in a wondrous moment of life. But what can come, this lesson in life? Is it love? Rumors? Plagues? Jousting? Or is it not to be what you see and take the time to reminisce about the wonderful life you did or did not have? Tell us about yourself. Are you a knight wandering off to the suicidal plagues of the earth? But one thing is about to come and take us out. To exploit us in a demented way. All we know is that we can learn from the errors of our ways. But what I am really longing for, is for my biological family to call me. Just once. To hear their voice. I have never heard it.
The thing I am longing for is my family and cousins. These two things are what I long for most. When I was taken from my family at the age of 3, I was crying because I didn’t want to leave my cousins or my older brother. But that day brings curses, because my brother was also taken from our mother and we were split apart. He went to live with our Grandmother while I was placed in foster care. I never saw my brother again. Until now. Recently. I will never forget my brother’s last words to me before they split us apart. He said, “I love you little brother. Don’t you ever forget that.” And I never did.
What I want most is for people to understand me, not by the outside of me, but by the inside feelings of me. I want people to know that I am mentally trapped inside of my negative emotions, that are damaging my spirit. I also want people to never let go of me. If they let go, I will disappear into darkness. Many times I want help, but when I open my mouth to say it, I am blocked by the past or by the insecurity of nature within them. No matter what I do, I will be dragged down into a deep hole.
I long for love and romance. To start my life over on a good path. To pass and stop playing with girls’ lives. To think of the Big Master Plan and to do what I need to do to focus on my life and turn it over to the After Life.
I long to go to culinary school to become a Wedding Cake Maker. I don’t know of anything more desirable than that. If I can achieve my life dream then I will be one happy woman.
(singing to self) You say you want a recolution…well.. you know…
If you want a revolution
Learn to grow in spirals
Always being able to return
To your childhood
Kick out the bottom
If you want a revolution look in my eyes and see all the pain I feel.
If you want a revolution look at me and see what I see.
If you want a revolution follow me down a long dark path.
It’s a revolution and nothing more.
We’ve heard so much from them yet we still don’t know quite who they are. Perhaps they would care to elaborate?
My name is Francine
I am kind.
My name is Francine Wingsim Chic.
I will hang on.
I will bloom.
I am gold.
My warrior name is Light Leaf.
My name is Ernesto
I am a Party Animal.
I am a romantic
My warrior name is The Unbeatable.
My name is Octavia
I am a 20 year old female.
I am going to graduate.
I love my parents.
My parents love me.
Life isn’t fair.
My warrior name is Vashti.
My name is Ryan
I am a grown adult
I am funny
I am loyal
I am a pretty boy
My warrior name is Genghis Kahn.
My name is Alleaha
I am caring
I care about my siblings and friends
I am an athlete
I am not a mistake
My warrior name is A-ella.
My name is Daniel
I am anyone and I am no one.
I can be anybody at all.
I have no face, but many.
My warrior name is Ulthrek (the moon eater)
My name is Nvard
I am talented
I am multilingual
I can play the piano
I am a future poet
I can sing
My warrior name is Nvard Anna Marie Gregoryan
My name is PJ
I am what I am
If you don’t like who I am
Then that is your problem.
My warrior name is SleepyHead.
My name is DJ
I am a dark warrior sent from Ravenswood.
I am a still picture frame followed by art critics and their opinions
I am a spunk person in spirit
I am a singer
I am an athlete
I am an artist
My warrior name is Dark Night Cutter
I am Bob
We are the jesters
We are the unstoppable
We are the unforgettable