Checking in With Spruce Street
It's going well, but sometimes the "kids" get to me.
Most of them don't want to be there, have other places (and other things) they'd rather be doing. They act out, cry for attention, and I'm happy to be the one to give it to them. To praise them, and celebrate with them when they learn new things, when they try parkour and find that they actually have fun doing it. Every once and a while, there's a "kid" who's just so obviously grateful to have a roof, and food, and peace that you wonder what the normal every day is like for them. They're the quiet ones, the ones that don't cry for attention. They don't want you to look too close.
You were the only girl I've ever seen in that place with mascara on
You smiled when I walked in.
You tried some vaults, and you were good when no-one was looking.
But you never said a word. Just played with your hair, and blushed, refused to eat, and jumped when someone spoke to you.
I know what it's like for the thoughts in your head to be so loud
you honestly can't hear the rest of the world
I know what it's like to be quiet but have something to say
but everyone else gets in the way
What?
Are my lights not on?
IS MY MIC NOT ON?
'Cause I'm here
and not just here, but kicking and screaming
And I know what it's like to be thought dumb
Mutestupid
I know what it's like to be there.
so don't be sorry I have to repeat myself
The things that you did
and the things that you didn't
The excuses you made
and the things that you've hidden
Don't hide
the fact that you're Beautiful
They asked if you were my little sister
we looked so similar
I said "I should be so lucky"
Instead, you seemed like a younger me
I know what it's like to be you
Abused
Misused
Confused
I want you to know what it's like to be me
Free
So here,
here's my email (no really)
my phone number (yes really)
a link to APK
when you get out of this place
hit me up, and we'll go play
This is for you,
Jane Doe
Nobody will ever know who you are
How beautiful you are
Unless you let them
So, she waited silently by as I put my shoes and socks on to leave. Never saying a word. I passed her a note as I left.
It said.
(name omitted),
You have no need to be so shy.
You are kind, and beautiful, and strong.
-Janine
(my phone number)
Most of them don't want to be there, have other places (and other things) they'd rather be doing. They act out, cry for attention, and I'm happy to be the one to give it to them. To praise them, and celebrate with them when they learn new things, when they try parkour and find that they actually have fun doing it. Every once and a while, there's a "kid" who's just so obviously grateful to have a roof, and food, and peace that you wonder what the normal every day is like for them. They're the quiet ones, the ones that don't cry for attention. They don't want you to look too close.
You were the only girl I've ever seen in that place with mascara on
You smiled when I walked in.
You tried some vaults, and you were good when no-one was looking.
But you never said a word. Just played with your hair, and blushed, refused to eat, and jumped when someone spoke to you.
I know what it's like for the thoughts in your head to be so loud
you honestly can't hear the rest of the world
I know what it's like to be quiet but have something to say
but everyone else gets in the way
What?
Are my lights not on?
IS MY MIC NOT ON?
'Cause I'm here
and not just here, but kicking and screaming
And I know what it's like to be thought dumb
Mutestupid
I know what it's like to be there.
so don't be sorry I have to repeat myself
The things that you did
and the things that you didn't
The excuses you made
and the things that you've hidden
Don't hide
the fact that you're Beautiful
They asked if you were my little sister
we looked so similar
I said "I should be so lucky"
Instead, you seemed like a younger me
I know what it's like to be you
Abused
Misused
Confused
I want you to know what it's like to be me
Free
So here,
here's my email (no really)
my phone number (yes really)
a link to APK
when you get out of this place
hit me up, and we'll go play
This is for you,
Jane Doe
Nobody will ever know who you are
How beautiful you are
Unless you let them
So, she waited silently by as I put my shoes and socks on to leave. Never saying a word. I passed her a note as I left.
It said.
(name omitted),
You have no need to be so shy.
You are kind, and beautiful, and strong.
-Janine
(my phone number)
posted by Janine Cundy at
11:38 PM
2 Comments:
That was very powerful and touching. You seem like a very genuine, in touch, and caring person. I greatly enjoyed this post. I hope the young girl is doing well.
Very rarely do we see the same "kids" twice, but she was there when I went back on Thursday. It was her birthday, she ate cake, and was sassy. :)
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