Confessions of a Teenage Girl Who Hangs out with Boys

Why do you hang out with boys?

Because I don’t like girls.

Why don’t you like girls?

Because…

Mess causes me stress.

Catty and chatty make me batty.

When I hang out with the fellas

I don’t need to compete

Or change myself in any way

To feel complete.

I fit in with my boys

Because we like the same toys

And none of them get mad for no reason.

None of them laugh when I wear something out of season.

In other words, I feel free to just be me

Without all the drama in the club of “She”.

Confessions of a Hopeful Teen

I have a dream

Burning in my heart

For a future

That sets me apart

From the confusing family

That gave me my start.

I plan to have more

Because I know I’m smart.

I don’t have to live defeated

And crushed beneath life’s cart.

I have what it takes

To rise up and depart

The constraints of those

Who only have negativity to impart.

Because in have a dream

Flickering in my heart

I shall live and not die

Until I finish what I start.

I will win this fight

Against the shadows in the dark

I won’t succumb to dread

And the pain of its arrows and darts

Because there is a dream

Shining in my heart.

Confessions of an Intellectual Teen

Yes, I’m smart.

Some admire my thoughts

While others make fun.

Some encourage me to explore

While others want me to ignore

My ability to dig deep

While they just want to sleep.

Well, I have a desire and a drive

To see the world survive

The drought of concern

For humans who discern

The difference between

What is clean and clean.

I think about what is to come

More than what’s already been done.

I want my life to matter

To live above the clatter

Of just getting by

And going through the motions until I die.

I don’t want to just live up to my potential

I want to leave footprints and be intentional

About changing the world.

Confessions of a Wandering Teen

I am like driftwood
Floating on the sea
Looking for a place to land
Trying to find my destiny.

I feel like I’m all alone
Tossing to and fro
Not making good connections
Not sure where to go.

The uncertainty makes me anxious
I’m uncomfortable as I float.
Others seem to have it together.
While I’m grasping for hope.

Most days I feel heavy.
I should have things figured out.
But nothing appeals to me.
I don’t like this drought.

My parents, teachers, and friends
All tell me to just chill.
One day I will know my purpose
But “some day” just doesn’t appeal.

I really want to settle,
To get my future in hand.
I want my life to matter.
Why don’t they understand?

I know that I was made
For more than I see
And this longing in my heart
Is taking over me.

So here I sit adrift
Looking for the shore
Wondering when I will be anchored
To that something more.

Confessions of a Resourceful Teen

They said I couldn’t

That I shouldn’t try

But what I want to know is,

Why?

All it takes is creativity

And the will to make a way.

I need a plan and time throughout the day.

I can have my dreams

Even though it seems

They might be bigger than me.

But isn’t that the point of dreams.

Big, I mean.

My ideas are worth exploring

Not ignoring.

My hands and mind are meant to investigate possibilities

Not get bogged down in probabilities.

I fully intend to reach for the stars

That are called my dreams

Learn all I can even of I have to swim upstream.

I won’t stop until I know

I have gone as high as I can go.

Then I will dream a new dream.

Confessions of a Bored Teen

Boredom and I don’t mix.
We just can’t seem to get along.
Because when it closes in
All kinds of things go wrong.

I did a lot of things
I probably should not
Because I would be in trouble
If I got caught.

Picking up the remote
Is a waste of time.
Nothing is ever showing
To stimulate my mind.

I try the “Tube” for some laughs.
Get ideas for a prank.
But my execution
Is a super tank.

I draw all over my arms
To fake a tattoo.
I try using laundry pods
For a fresh smelling shampoo.

I get creative with scissors
And cut things I shouldn’t.
I even try cutting a tree limb
And found that I couldn’t.

I get back on my phone
Because books have no action.
I’d rather surf my Apps
For a distraction.

“Snap” blew my cover
When I tried to post some skin.
So my parents have
Disabled my phone again.

Now I’m dressed in old clothes
Scrubbing windows, floors, and doors
All because I don’t know what to do
When I get bored.

Confessions of a Wounded Teen

Sometimes I lash out.

Sometimes I shout.

Sometimes I pout.

Sometimes I stomp about.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I lie.

Sometimes I shut down.

Sometimes I just lay around.

Sometimes I wear a frown.

Sometimes I wear a smile.

Sometimes I walk for miles.

Sometimes nothing is right.

Sometimes I don’t sleep at night.

Sometimes I want to disappear.

Sometimes I tremor in fear.

Most of the time I need people to see

I want them to just let me be

To let me hurt privately

I will open up eventually.

When I’m ready.

Say Yes to Today

Leave the disappointment of yesterday there.
Hope is in the air.

Release the anger and embarrassment
That kicked down your door.
Don’t let the pain control you anymore.

Embrace now and look ahead.
Accept this fresh start without dread.

Write your own song
About how you belong

About the hope that lies within
Compelling you to begin again.

Give yourself permission to say,
“Yes” to today.

I am an 8th grade math teacher and it never fails to amaze me the strength and courage of my students. I was off Wednesday and Thursday of this week. When I returned, I had conversations with different students about how their week was going.

Within a four hour period, I heard stories about a violent fight where a student received injuries that required medical treatment. I heard a discussion about an abortion. I listened to a student talk about watching a parent suffering from the affects of stage four cancer and chemo therapy. I watched students with fevers try really hard to make it through the day. One student has a standing appointment with the nurse to monitor her blood sugar levels to avoid seizures.

What touches me about all of them, they showed up today. They smiled and greeted me like there was nothing wrong in their lives. They all demonstrated in some way that they had something to be thankful for. They all have hope.

When I heard this song, I knew I had to share this with others. We are blessed and have the gift of a new day every time we wake up.

I pray that you will embrace each day with hope.

Be encouraged.

22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.