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A #collage inspired by Cindy De Leon and her poem, "White Rock Bracelet" for @mad.lines's #collegetrack #writerscorps group calendar. Get your copy today at #wordstorm (Koret Auditorium) @sfpubliclibrary.

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20 Years of Writerscorps: Ode to My Daddy
Ode to My Daddy
Lena Hill
Daddy, you are the sweetest person on earth.
You are a tall dark, handsome young man.
You are strong and powerful,
the person I want to be like when I grow up.
I never told you, but you are
the most important person in my life.
You have taken care of me since I was born.
You might want to give up on me sometimes.
but you donât. You tell me to keep my head up
and keep going. No matter what I do
you are there. You make me feel
like Iâm above the stars.
When something is wrong with me
you always know. Itâs like you
can see right through my feelings.
When Iâm unhappy you always
make me smile.
When Iâm in the car with you,
we have conversations about our days.
It feels so good to see you smile.
Itâs like watching the sunset on the beach.
I love to see you happy.
When youâre happy itâs like seeing a five-year-old
on Christmas day.
Ode to my daddy,
the man that brought me
into this world. I love you daddy!!!
And I always will.
Lena Hill was 16 when she participated in WritersCorps at Mission High School in 2005-2006. âOde to My Daddyâ was published in World outside the frame, 2006 (52).
20 Years of Writerscorps: Just A Goodbye
Just a Goodbye
Francisco Medina
Give me one hour to go to La Ferra with all my family to enjoy the lost things that happened during the past two years after I immigrated to the U.S.A.
Give me one more second to go outside to play soccer with my friends and do whatever we want. Just one more second to say goodbye.
Give me one day to come back to my country and be with my people, and let me touch one more time just one more time to touch again my flag.
Give me one moment to enjoy again to enjoy my grandmotherâs frijoles refritos and mole. Let me touch her black hair and feel her hands touching my eyes, and listen to her voice saying, ?CĂłmo estĂĄs mi hijo? How are you, son?
Give me a last time to enjoy the lost things that have passed, the good times with my family, one more chance to say to them, Goodbye!
Someday Iâll be telling them, Iâm back! I have come back! not for a day or a year but until I die.
Francisco Medina was 15 when he participated in WritersCorps at Mission High School in 2005-2006. âJust Goodbyeâ was published in World outside the frame, 2006 (51).
20 Years of Writerscorps: 2 Words
2 Words
Kathy Almendares
Smoking Dank Drankinâ dank Poppinâ E Sellinâ trees Broken blocks Dirty cops Young male In jail Pops gone Mom high Whoâs home? When the Baby cries Youâre out All night Gettinâ high Runninâ them Lonely streets No money No job No where To go Now what Who gives A Â **** About you But now Youâre alone Because of Street life And your Broken home
Kathy Almendares was 16 when she participated in WritersCorps at International Studies Academy in 2006-2007. â2 Poemsâ was published in Poetry by numbers, 2007 (59).
20 Years of WritersCorps: My Other Family
My Other Family
Rosa NuĹez
I, too sing America When I step outside I see people coming from work I smell baked pizza I taste the hot chips that I buy at the store I feel happy about all of these things in the world Some things I am happy about are that I can go home eat whatever I want and that I am going to see my family I think about my other family in Mexico And say to myself                 do they see the same things I see                 do they feel like me I too am America
Rosa NuĹez was 13 when she participated in WritersCorps at Everett Middle School in 2005-2006. âMy Other Familyâ was published in  I, the wind, 2006 (27).

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20 Years of WritersCorps: Doubt
Doubt
Mickey Case
Doubt lives inside me because I doubt that Iâm going to college.
Doubt stays locked up in my head.
If doubt could have anything he would have a car so I could leave with him.
I am doubtâs father.
Doubt has a lot of friends but they are all going to college without him.
Mickey Case was 15 when he participated in WritersCorps at Mission High School in 2005-2006. âDoubtâ was published in World outside the frame, 2006 (101).
20 Years of WritersCorps: Brown Skin
Brown Skin
Justin Lee
itâs hard to write with so many distractions around me. itâs like Iâm trying to swim with somebody tryinâ to drown me. I canât hear, I canât sleep, I canât eat, I canât think. my throat hurts âcause Iâve been throwinâ up my guts in the kitchen sink. my mom says itâs gonna be OK but I just canât hear her. you see, my Dad died when I was twelve, and he was all I had in life. thatâs why when things got really hard, I was ready to pick up a knife. itâs hard to be Black in a world thatâs all white, where youâre always wrong, you see, all my life Iâve tried to be cool. but how can I be cool with my mom sayinâ âI donât like you.â itâs hard to live. itâs hard to write. but people, donât give up. continue to fight.
Justin Lee participated in WritersCorps at International Studies Academy in 2002-2003. âBrown Skinâ was published and recorded in Shout Out, 2003.
20 Years of WritersCorps: Saturdays
Saturdays
Annie Yu
The #30 bus on Stockton street
Stops suddenly
launches my sister and I forward
towards the crowded doors
we jump off the bus
dodging the elderly Chinese ladies
who walk slowly across the street
their backs hunched
hands burdened
with red plastic bags of fresh fish and ripe fruit
for an afternoon snack
I like to peel oranges
ripe flesh is easily torn away
the sticky sweet juice fills my mouth
clings to my fingers
my mother buys pineapple buns for lunch
they are plump and topped with a flaky golden crust
with only a slight resemblance to a pineappleâs skin
its crumb fall into my lap as I eat
my sister and I run down the streets on Saturdays
on the way to dance class
mirrors echo us as we warm up at the barre
I suck in my tummy and stretch my legs
The chatter of girl giggles collapses
as we sink into the first position
I flail my arms like the fluttering of red fans
the way we leap up and hit the dusty floor
cracks like the snap of childrenâs firecrackers
striking the narrow sidewalks
real firecrackers burst through the sky
sparks flower into the night
what remains
wind pulls remnants of red paper
into the bakeryâs doors
Annie Yu was 18 when she participated in WritersCorps Youth Apprentices in 2006-2007. "Saturdays" was published in Candlelight Breakfast, 2007 (6).