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Peace

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

by H2

Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

Everyday, as I open my eyes,

I ask,

Where is peace at?

A piece of me disappeared forever,

when I lost her way back.

They told me to trek my way

to this smorgasbord of fakery,

and maybe, maybe,

I can find her.

So,

A whisper run through my mind,

asking how high I have to reach,

just to get a simple whiff of peace.

Desultory tries,

keep me going.

Just to be at ease,

without no one knowing.

Free me at last from the shackle of unknown,

and place me where a lotus steady flowing.

My enemies are gloating,

every time they see agonizing for a taste of peace.

My nieces are frowning,

Every time I don’t seize the peace lease.

I told them,

It’s only momentarily ya’ll can be at ease,

Before someone else pass ya’ll the peaceless disease.

So,

please repartriate me back,

back to where I can get taste of idyllness.

And don’t you bring me back,

Without you tasting my wrathfulness.

And please,

be aware,

When you rob someones peace,

The consequences might no be what you please.

peace.

Love

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

I.G.

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

by Darren Barnes

Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

I.G., we all know it as instagram.

A place you can receive alot of unknown loving fans.

Let me be the first to tell you, that’s not who I am.

We have all these followers but I ask you, are we truly leaders?

Are we truly using our power wisely?

Or are we courageous enough to post things without a pointless meme.

Let’s master change and not do things just to be seen.

Or better yet in the words of “Method Man” for the C.R.E.A.M.

We run to social media like internet feins.[fiends]

We act like that’s our only option when we’re stuck in a state of bore.

Let’s level up and change this and see what god really has in store.

For me, I.G. isn’t short for instagram, it’s short for Instant gratification.

I’m assuming we indulge in this manifestation just for a little clarification,

so we can get away from that ball of solitude

or so we won’t feel as small as a molecule.

I.G. will give you that fakelove just to make sure your ambitions and morals don’t grow.

Now be that thread, that golden thread that runs through life of great leaders.

So stay committed, have high ethics and master change,

because remember I.G. is instant gratification and it will put you to shame.

Do me a favor, don’t look around for one of your followers to blame.

We act like we have everything to lose and nothing to gain.

Instant gratification

is a weak manifestation.

Let’s build a strong foundation

for the next generation.

Illustrious Love

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

Growth

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

by Justin Beckett

Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

In the beginning we are wild and free

Being young, having a life of fun.

As we grow we learn about life,

Developing our feelings and personalities on

the life we don’t understand.

We create[e] a prison around ourselves, with the

Attitudes and anger we create[e] in ourselves.

We believe our ways are true and real,

but still down deep, we don’t know what to feel.

We continue to live in our own built paths,

runnning and running, putting on our masks.

We want to believe, but just don’t know how,

that the ways of life are not what they seem.

Some have come to realize and made the change,

and some of us, still live in our own built cage.

Blaming the world and everyone else,

not taking responsibility for our own true self.

Living life of chaos, mistakes, and destruction,

Until one day we hit rock bottom and have to

deal with repercussion.

Doing the time, some come to see,

that living our way of life, we were not free.

The pain, and guilt, and the shame,

we come to realize, we ourselves are to blame.

We learn about ourselves and what we want,

But sometimes too scared to ask for help.

The demons we have are here to haunt,

But we will not, let them taunt.

Finally, we make a choice to change our way,

having to put the past at bay.

It’s not an easy road to pave,

But day by day, we can be saved.

We learn that life is what we make it,

To understand we cannot fake it.

We have to find our inner self, we have to

change, and ask for help

It will always be a daily battle, but if we fight,

we won’t have to walk in the yard like

heards of cattle.

Giving our life a new chance to live,

We can live in freedom, and learn to give.

Being the person we were meant to be,

living a life of peace, and being free.

Challenges of life are not easy to flow,

But sticking TOGETHER,

We can learn to GROW!!

Who Are The Thugs

by redclay | Sep 13, 2021 | Detention Center Writing Contests, fiction, Poetry

by Demetrius Spencer-Coates

Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

They weren’t thugs when the stripped us from our land

and made us eat from there hand

They weren’t thugs when they took my father

and beat him right in front of his fam

They sprayed us for marching with Martin

Targeted Malcolm

Told us we couldn’t drink from there fountain

Burned our houses.

Hung our Ancestors.

Where was our justice?

Where was our justice when we were riding for freedom.

Where is our justice for all the black lies lost at the hands of police.

But they call us thugs.

Because we sag our pants

Got tatts on our face and hands

Sell drugs to feed our fam

Stand outside late night after street lights

Drive cars with tinted windows and get into street fights

Come from low income families were its hard to sleep at night,

Because of roaches, rats, killers, and street mice

So it ain’t our fault if we get discouraged

That ain’t a reason for them to want our race to perish

Because we was born to flourish.

Because you all took our ancestors and brought them here,

Instilled fear in there minds that would last for centuries and be passed through genes.

Do your research these thugs manipulated and brain washed us

Then called us thugs for what we could not control.

So tell me

Who are the real thugs?

Part 2 coming soon on the brainwashing techniques and the Government.

The End

Let my words free your mind.

Fun Fridays and Gratitude with Casa Chirilagua

by redclay | Sep 11, 2021 | Visual Arts

We were beyond excited when our partner Casa Chirilagua wanted to bring back “Fun Friday” with us! We had started Fun Fridays with them earlier this year, then had to cancel when that Friday time was needed for homework help after school re-opened. Starting Fun Friday was double good news – it was a chance for us to bring art and creativity to these cute kids, and they didn’t need as much homework assistance. High fives all the way around!

The setup was a new one for us: Three 30 minute classes for 13 kids in grades 1 – 5. Whew! That’s a lot of kids in a short amount of time! And of course we delivered! In fact, our art teacher Sharmila Karamchandani told us quite a few times how much she loved working with the kids – their innocence, their openness, their freedom of expression.

For the inaugural project Sharmila asked them to draw gratitude trees – who and what are you grateful for, and write that on your branches. And armed with colored pencils and plenty of paper, the kids drew us mommies and daddies, raspberries, owls, and friends. Here’s a few photos to make you say “aaaaawwwww.”