Writing is an extremely personal way to share your story. It is also one of the first step to recording an original song! Working with creative writing partners like the, Rob Dz,  JVN Projectand others, Madison teenagers tell it like it is.


I can’t believe shes being ripped out of
my house again, and there is absolutely
nothing I can do. Did I fail as a parent?
Why is this happening to me again? When is
all of this going to stop. I still can't believe
how far everything went. Did I do something
I shouldn't have? Or is there something else
I could have done? I'm so sick of
feeling broken.

Dear Spiders

Dear, spiders how ugly and Nasty
you are how Big and small
8 legged freak I want to stomp
all over you intil every Spider
is killed intil you are wiped
of the planet of Earth. Sitting
on your weB sucking the life
out of what ever land’s
in you web well let
me tell you something when
you get to the ground you
will Be on my shoe
crushed. So intil then
you better stay in that 
web of your's.

Grandmas House


smell of cookies being baked in the oven
silence sweeps over me.
until the kind words of grandma spill out
of her mouth and comfort me.
The TV quietly on in the backroom.
loud enough for me to hear
door bell ringing warning me more family 
is here.
The cries from my second cousin ring through my ears.
Hugs are exchanged.
I see the coloring dye in the middle of 
the table.
dipping hard boil eggs in the dye with 
my cousins on easter day
To be surrounded by family always brings joy to me.

The Block

As I walk down the block
should I always worried about
getting stoped when I see the
cops put your hands on your
head no reason just for looking like
a joc no matter where you go
the smell of cigarrett smoke will flow
will follow and as you swallow
throught burns as if you smoked
it to and out the blue 10-20
dudes will follow you as you come
down the wrong block people will
just plot on you