Monday, December 21, 2015

My Brother

My brother     
My brothers, my big brother 
My big brother that  taught me a lot without  saying one word, well not a word out “your”  dictionary. 
I could understand what my brother needed  or wanted by just one look…
….And when my big brother smiled it that’s all the comfort i needed in my life from my big brother..
My big brother wasn’t your typical big brother… He couldn’t beat up all the boys that troubled me as a young girl but his needs kept me out of trouble…
He was the only thing I worried about anyways …
My big brother was MY big brother… And I miss him
By Deasia

Thursday, December 17, 2015


I don’t write what I write or draw what I draw for attention.
I do it because how else can I say how I feel
express it.
I hate attention
but I hate being ignored.
I’m a mess.
I’m sorry.
By Jazmine

Monday, December 14, 2015

I Left Him

Your so far, yet so close…
When I’m with him, it’s you I see…
When im looking away, yet holding his hand, its your hands i feel…
When my eyes are closed for just one kiss, its the sparks from our first kiss i feel, that make me want to stop kissing him…when he tries to make me laugh, i remind myself on how you used to do it…
Every little thing he does i see you..causing me to be unhappy..if these words i write would just fall into your hands, for you to see why i miss you so much..maybe you’d understand…its you. Its always been you…………….I left him…were just friends now, cause all i see is you. I couldn’t handle it not being you anymore. So i left. Now, I’m putting it into Gods hands..letting him lead the way, as i should of been doing from the start.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Cigarettes and You

You reminded me of a cigarette
you started with a spark
and ended in ashes
I thought you made me happy
I was..what’s the word
Yes that’s it
Thats all you were
I dont know when I realized it
That you were no good
Was it when the late night talks stopped?
Or when the jokes just weren’t funny anymore?
Or maybe it was when
I met her
And finally realized
Cigarettes just weren’t my thing

By Penny G.

Thursday, December 10, 2015


By: Alyssa A.
Most people say they trust nobody.
But have you ever noticed that your trusting people everyday.
When you get on the school bus in the morning, your putting trust into the driver to get you to your destination safely.
When you go to a restaurant and order your food, your putting trust into the cooks to handle your food with care.
When your in the car with your parents driving, your putting trust into them that they won’t crash.
When you go to a amusement park and get on a ride, your putting trust into the ride operator to keep you safe and secure.
A lot of people don’t notice trust when it’s right in front of them. We may not want to trust anybody in this world, but we’re doing it regardless.

My Thoughts on Religion

By Maurice B. 
I honestly do believe in a higher power. I’m very open minded about a lot of things and not about others. I’m not very religious though, more spiritual. Growing up I was always raised to be a good, fair person who respected everyone and I’ve always tried to be the best person I could be.
Though I’m very aware that people really don’t believe in “higher powers” they think it absurd which is fine everyone is different and have good reason not to.
Here’s what grinds my gears for both sides of the fence. Some religious people can be very judgmental and very rude. Lots of kids and adult would say that their religion (most likely Christianity) was shoved down their throat and can’t respect or follow it any,ore because they have a bad view of it. It’s never good to force someone to do something they don’t want to do. I cannot personally relate because religion was never forced on me and I was never taught to be judgmental or rude to people; I was always a good person and I don’t think it’s right to force any belief on anyone. Let people choose.
As for “non-believers” you have every right to not have a religion, clearly and I respect that,but when I go on social media and see you insulting and claiming superiority over people who do have beliefs and a religion I start to respect it a lot less. I think of it as hypocrisy when you complain that religious people are judgmental and rude, but any chance you get to talk to a religious person who wasn’t rude at all to you the first thing you do is say “You’re stupid for believing in….” Insulting someone’s intelligence doesn’t make anyone a good person.
I’m bringing this up because I see this a lot on social media and it’s always an arguement about “proof” or “intellectual superiority” and it’s really a dumb thing to argue about. Why can’t people just have a religion or not and just leave each other be?

Monday, November 23, 2015

A Debate in Letter Form

Two students respond to the refugee crisis in very different ways. 

Dear Society,
Since when did we start turning our backs on those crying out for help?  We are so afraid of terrorism, that we are ignoring the fact that people are dying as I am writing this.  You say that they should solve their own problems, but if our country wasn't safe to live in anymore and people were dying left and right, you would be begging for salvation. I cannot possibly imaging what it would be like to have to leave my own country because it is war torn.  So how could we just say, "deal with it?"
Society has become so selfish and distrusting.  How can we be called the "home of the brave" if we are so afraid to let foreigners seek salvation, a principal that this country was built on.  Why are we all of the sudden putting value on human lives as if our lives are more important because we're not being slaughtered.  How about we start saving lives instead of turning a blind eye?  You ask why it's our business? Because as humans we should be trying to strive for a better future for everyone.  Terrorism is not "their" problem.  It's everyone's problem. 


Dear Society, 
We need to stand up for our own.  The government keeps making decisions for us without hearing the people's voice.  I though America was supposed to be the land of freedom.  So if the United States is what it claims to be, Why are we not being heard?   Here is an example:  President Obama recently told the world that we would accept 10,000 Syrian refugees.  By him making this decision, he spoke on his own opinion and didn't ask the people what they thought.  The U.S needs to worry about our own problems before we begin to solve every other country's problems. Think about it this way: If America was war torn, would Syria help us? By bringing refugees into our country, we are putting America in danger of terrorism.  No, not everyone is a terrorist, but it only takes one or two to pose a threat to us.  This just happened in France.  Therefore, I think America needs to stay out of problems that do not involve us.   One day, they will regret this decision and the people of the U.S will regret not speaking up on the matter.  

More Humans of Perry (From the classroom of Mr. Brice Hostutler)

Some days these kids in this school just get on my nerves so much. On these days, I like to put my head down and think about my future and what good things might happen when I’m on my own.

The way I carry myself screams fly, flawless, and flashy! I just love looking nice.

My phone shows me how far from the crib I am. That is important to me.

My hand is invisible to some people. I don’t like that. Some think I use my hands to disrespect people. I don’t really mean to do that. Most of the time I am just playing. I’m not a bully. On the inside I’m really a peaceful person. On the outside though, people sometimes see me as cold blooded.

I hide the real me because I don’t like to be judged. But the real me is not good. I hide my face in shame of my actions and the mistakes I have made.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

"Humans of Perry"

"I'm somebody who smiles constantly and laughs all the time, but I'm self conscious most of the time.  I don't like when people stare at me.  I'm an "A" student, but I don't see how, because I guess on everything. I feel like the stupidest person when I make one mistake, and I'm very sensitive.  I have so many clothes, but each day I put on my outfit, I feel ugly.  I love to make people happy and I wish they would do the same for me.  One thing that always puts a smile on my face is dancing.  My dream is to own a dance studio and dance all day.  But I have doubts about it actually coming true." 

"looking at my hair, I feel accomplished. No one contributed to how it looks but me.  The nappier it gets, the prouder I get.  People always ask why I don't get it re-twisted? Like they want me to look like everyone else with dreads. I just say because I am an African-American and that's not my style."

"I want to be a Navy Seal after high school.  I believe every man should fight for their country. I want to be a Seal because the are the best of the best.  You have to be physically and mentally tough.  I want that challenge.  Anyone can go to the Army, only a few can be a Marine, but it takes a really special person to be a Navy Seal." 

"It sucks being judged straight up for your appearance.  No one wants to understand.  Adults constantly tell me that I am so young, that I'm going to regret the tattoos.  Yet they never take the time to look at them and understand the hours spent getting these stories put on to my body." 

"I love to draw and I love to write stories.  The art of storytelling through both words and illustration is my passion and I hope to one day entertain people with my ideas." 

"i'm just a typical shy kid who doesn't really participate in class. It's like nobody really notices me. There's that one kid in every class nobody knows their name, and most of the time that's me."

One of my favorite things to do for fun is fish. I have been fishing since I was four years old. My family always fishes every year. It just puts me in a great mood to sit in silence, cast out the reel, waiting for any type of fish to Reel in."

"If my shoes could talk they would tell you a story so awesome it would be weird.  The whole fact is that these shoes have been through hell, heaven, and earth.  My shoes never get tired of walking, running, climbing, skipping, and stomping.  These shoes are gonna grow old with me." 

"I like it in the school and is populated enough. I keep a smile on my face most of the time to remind myself that I will be out soon. Sure, a lot of disturbances occur in the school, as if kids are fighting for a spot light that shows up every weekday.  It's a lot like a TV show. The shows are full of color, drama, comedy, and action. It's really just a long ride for me."

"I wake up every morning.  It's a struggle. A fight. Every morning even after nine hours of sleep I just want to go back to sleep. Depression. Not just being sad.  There's so much more to it than that. I don't just have depression. Anxiety. Social anxiety. I bite at my fingers until they bleed I can't stop. It's the only thing that calms me down."

"A lot of people wouldn't know I was in a car accident and was badly hurt because I smile and laugh everyday and never show the pain but when it happened the only person there for me was my mom she was my anchor still is my tattoos have meaning they are not just pictures Engraved in my skin they are stories of my life with words of their own" 

"cracked, dropped, broken, and shattered, my iPhone is just a disaster.  From the front to the back, to the bottom to the top.  It drops out of my hands so much because I have greasy hands, or butter hands, or because my hands get lazy and I don't feel like holding anything.  So I just drop it.  IPhone – I wonder why you still work? We have been through so much together. Don't die now." 

"if someone saw me walking down the street with shorts on and saw my anklet, they would probably think I'm a thug or a troubled kid. Some people look at me and already think I'm a drug dealer because of the way I dress and the way my hair is. I used to be a drug dealer before I got arrested, but it's crazy how people can look at me and I already know I am one and I don't like that. I wish people would just stop and get to know me before they judge me. This anklet on my leg does not mean that I am a monster or not to be trusted. I am a human being that made a mistake in my life and now it's all behind me."

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

My Street

By Terrance

Last house on the street
On a hill that is so steep
My street
dim like the night moon
cars parked on the side
kids everywhere
Abandoned house
Nobody sees them


By Carl

It's kinda hot
Little boy down the street gets shot
He lays there breathless
Death in the neighborhood is endless
Shootings almost every day
No one knows just what to say
Think about how things are spoken
Now all of those mothers out there heartbroken. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015


By Shi

My street is a living caution sign
Keep focused at all times.
Cause people drop like unwanted dimes. 

Walking around is risking your life
Unless you got steel,
And I aint talking my city,
I'm talking the one that's risky
and you can't be picky

Drug deals left to right,
so that all the kids learn
you either going up or down
aint making no turns.

Make a decision: 
move out or fall.
Victim to the game,
but its not really a game,
its struggle and pain.

Be smart,
some do and get out,
some do it for clout.
Those same people are talking
and running it out.

Can't handle his own
so he points it at the man on the throne.

When you come from nothin'
you try to grind,
and make it to somethin'
But that turns back to nothin' 
when your boys start rushin' 
on the same street you runnin'
turn hot as an oven. 

Its baking now and
you faking now 
like you aint did nothing. 

It gets worse.
in an interview they label you fist.
as you walk in,
I'm really trying to be all in.

But they label me...
a dealer
a stealer
and a family killer.

There is really no option.
this state got me boxed in.

Tattoos on my skin
now i'm a disgrace
in their case.
I can't get hired.

What else is there to do? 
Sit and watch mama struggle
with our family of a few.

I just can't 
Imma hold my ground
cause I'm the man of the house.
So Imma go hard.
Do whatever it takes to make it out. 

My world aint equal
It will never be equal
Evil faces all around.
acting like I'm the evil. 
They judge a book by its cover
looking just like I'm see through.  


By Liam

This addiction is a disease
Pills to ease the pain
Only to realize it's still gonna rain
Pills not enough,
more high to gain
move to heroin,
switching up the game,
mind is so blown,
can't be tamed,
It's not your fault,
but your still getting blamed
Take your steps
Day by day

And one day...
You'll be watching the sun rise over the bay.

Why Hate?

by Maurice 

Would you hate a tree? 
For having blue leaves instead of green? 
Would a dog be more dangerous? 
If it had black fur instead of white? 
Why would you hate a human?
For having dark skin instead of light? 
Would a person be more dangerous? 
If there skin is brown or dark as night? 
If they were from the Middle East? 
If they were from Mexico?
As if their appearance makes them dangerous.
or less than another...
Everyone has a potential to do good...
As well as evil..
So why would you hate? 


By Ben

I am that dark empty alleyway,
Quiet, never a sound made,
Car speed through like a highway,
Like the thoughts in my brain.

The broken fences fixed with a little paint,
But still feel the pain,
The gangster walks in the alleyway,
shining bright with a gold chain.

Selling yay to get paid,
he gets shot, leaves a stain,
that even paint can't terminate,
The garbage can stays in place.

Filth clogs the sunny day,
Always dark in the alleyway.