If I could change the apperance and make something positive that everyone could use, Merced would be a happier, healtheir place. Changing these places from negatives to positives would improve the appearance and hopefully bring the community closer together.
When I was writing, I didn't know what I was writing was poetry until one day my mom walked in and took my notebook and started to read it. The next day she said I had a talent, a gift.
I know that sexuality is a very taboo subject in todays society, but here is an interesting fact: did you know that half of young adults and teens will get a STD before they turn 25 and many of them will have no idea. If you’re having any kind of sex, the most common symptom of STDs is no symptom. The only way to know for sure is to get tested.
Love comes in many different forms. People are not perfect but their love will always be perfect like the tree that absorbs the glistening water of a river and grows. Love to trees means sinking its roots into the river floor and to firmly hold the boulders and ground together to support the river’s flow to its destination. I realized I only saw one kind of love, mine, and since I didn’t recognize the love my family and boyfriend were giving me, I became angry, short-tempered, and developed low self-esteem.
I still keep in touch with some of them, I still thank them for what they did to me. They changed me. I changed! Like someone wise once told me "It’s better to be seen then heard" well sometimes its better to be heard than seen. I'm not rich. I have no money. My voice is the only powerful thing I own. When you say the right words to the right people, they will follow.
Finding out the facts and opening myself up to these different points of view has shifted my opinions on homeless. To those who still hold onto stereotypes about the homeless, you don’t know their story and you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I now understand that this lifestyle is not always a choice and that this lifestyle does not take over their identity.
My friends were a shoulder to lean on, a very strong support system just when I needed them most. I tried to talk to my parents, but unfortunately I was unsuccessful in my attempt to go back home. If anyone reading this finds themselves in the same situation, I would advise them to make the best out of their situation, everything happens for a reason and no matter what happens, always try to be all you can be.
I guess what I’m trying to say is there have always been problems in my head and still are. I need help to keep steady and grounded and I’m not faking it to get attention. I’m just too scared to tell what’s going on because often times you all think it’s for attention and that makes me feel worse inside.
My life wasn’t easy, in fact to this day it’s not easy. One day, I decided I had enough and got myself out of the gang lifestyle and tried to begin flipping my life around. I don’t want to end up like my dad, in jail and not around my family.