Love, by India

You don't know how I'm feeling.


I have yet to realize,

Desire inside me.

Can you see it in my eyes?

I tremble when I’m near.

Your warm air travels up my neck,

and I want you right then and there.

I just can't describe the feeling.

Dare I reach out to touch you?

Do you think you’d realize,

How much I want and need you?

Can you see it in my eyes?

Education, by India

Today education is a good thing to have in many ways. When you graduate, you can get a good job, go into the army, or just start a good life all together. You can’t do much without a high school diploma. Back when my mom was growing up, you really didn't need a high school diploma to get a job. You could go in the army and everything. Now, if you want to make it in life, it’s best to stay in school. And for teens that want to drop out, I wouldn't do it. That's a waste of life. You can get so much more out of life rather than dropping out.

Book Review: Grace After Midnight, by India

In this next section, we learn more about Snoop's childhood. She played with dolls. Shelia was Barbie and Snoop was Ken. They played house, mama and daddy. Snoop said she was the most developed girls at 5 or 6 because she already had a "little booty." Shelia was her first real girlfriend. Thier song was L L Cool J "I Need Love." She said it was kind of funny, her dreaming of being the man of her family as a little girl. She would often go to this girl's house and would have sleep overs. The girl would always pretend to be asleep and in then Snoop would mess with her. Snoop knew the girl wasn't sleep, But she acted as she was. Sex gets people confused, and crazy.


This next chapter is talking about church and how she use to go to church so much. When Snoop was younger, she used to love going to church. But as she got older, she wanted to be outside more and to experiment new things. She would love to go to the corner store and get candy, to just sit outside her mama's stairs at her house. She would go to the beauty parlor, and the liqour store where old winos "spun their stories about back in the day." 


She used to go to her friend Curtis' house across the street where they both liked to watch Knight Riders. One day Snoop had a dream about being a Knight Rider: they couldn't die, they could go through fire, nothing could stop or destroy them. Then one day her friend Curtis called her a "Butch" an she beat him up. She was beating him so bad that random people had to break the fight up. 


Some months later she had surgery on her eye. She had to wear glasses for two years straight. She would always break her glasses and have to get new ones.

A Tribute to Love, by India

It takes two special people, To make a loving pair. There's a joy just being around you, A feeling we love to share. We send anniversary wishes to you, For years of joy and pleasure. May each year keep getting better, With memories to treasure.

Cool Teacher, by India

Ms. Peterson, I look forward to going to your class,  every morning when I come to school. You're an awesome teacher; I think you're very cool. You're smart and fair and friendly; You're helpful to all of us. And if I got to grade you, From me you'd get A+!

Amazing Best Friend, by India

You know when you are so amazed at how you could ever find that special friend whom shares your every moment? Who reaches for you exactly how you hoped, and always, always, helps make your dreams come true?! That's what my best friend is to me. We are inseparable! I love you Jazzie G!!!

Book Review: Grace After Midnight, by India

Well, so far Felicia, aka "Snoop," has been going through some things. For one, she was a crack baby. The state wouldnt let her mom keep her because she was on drugs real bad. They let Snoop visit her mom one day and Snoop begged to stay with her mom. But, they wouldnt let her stay the first day. Then Snoop visuallized what her mom's home looked like: Snoop said, "it had to be pretty and big" because her mom was beautiful. So the next visit, the social worker let Snoop stay with her mom. Snoop thought it was the wrong place because it was an apartment that didnt look too nice. When she got up to the room with her mom, the apartment was smelly and trashed. Snoop didn't want to stay anymore. Then her mom told her to take off all of her clothes. Snoop didn't want to do it, but her mom forced her to. Her mom told her to get in the closet. Snoop was yelling at the top of her lungs, but no one could hear her. Then the social worker came back up there and got her out the closet. For eight years, Snoop was teased about being a crackbaby and about being cross-eyed. Her foster mom an dad always told her she was fine though and that she wasn't ugly. When kids teased her, she wanted to fight them at first,  but she was too small to fight them. Snoop said it her hurt her though to hear people talk about her like that. Then one day she met this man named Bernard. Her pop told her that was her real father. He told her that she was not ugly that she was just as pretty as her mom. Her dad had brought her a baby doll, but she did not want it she said she hated baby dolls. Her dad was talking to her but she did not say one word back. To be continued.

In Praise of Sloppy Joes, by India

Growing up, I loved Sloppy Joes. But what kid doesn't? Sloppy Joes are sweet, tangy, and sometimes, very messy sandwiches. They were a rare treat around our house, so when I did get to eat them, they were all the better. I'm the meal planner these days. I try to make Sloppy Joes all the time. And, since I'm a big fan of searching out simple and highly-rated recipes, whenever I cook, I skip the store-bought stuff and use a from-scratch recipe whenever I get a craving.

Love and Lust, by India

Love

Love.

What is love . . .

How does love make you feel . . .

Is love a one time thing . . .

Can love last a lifetime . . .

Is love something that last forever?

Lust

Lust.

What is Lust . . .

How does lust make you feel . . .

What is similar about lust and love . . .

What is different about lust and love . . .

Can lust control your life?

On Being Gay, by India

Umm, there's so much to say, I don't know where to start. So many people think that people shouldn't be gay. Well, I feel as if it shouldn't matter what anybody thinks about other people. I believe if you feel happy with yourself, then why should anyone else care? If boys are happy with boys who cares? And if girls are happy with girls, who cares? That's just how you feel about each other. I myself feel happy with girls, never had a thing for boys. Even when I dressed like a girl, I still liked girls. I've always felt comfortable around girls and can be myself. I feel as if people take the time out of their day to talk about and to criticize you, then they have no life or have anything else to do.