Runaway Thoughts: Stories by P.O.P.S. the Club of Venice High School
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Dennis Danziger
Author and Playwright, Dennis Danziger is co-founder of POPS the Club. After 10 years as a television writer (Taxi, Kate and Allie and many more), Danziger taught English for 25 years in high schools in the Los Angeles Unified School District. His most recent play, The Richard Nixon Sex Tapes, has been produced in Los Angeles and at the William Inge Theatre Festival New Play Lab.
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Runaway Thoughts - Dennis Danziger
RUNAWAY
THOUGHTS
STORIES BY P.O.P.S. THE CLUB
OF VENICE HIGH SCHOOL
Anthology Copyright © 2014 Popstheclub.com, Inc.
Editors: Amy Friedman and Kalliope Panagiotakos
Cover Design: Bob Tinnon and Victor L.M. Demic
Book Design and Layout: Kenny Barela
Cover Photographs: © Eduardo Hernandez
POPS Logo © Eric Winterling
Each writer/artist retains copyright of the work created for inclusion in this volume. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to POPS the club popsvenice@gmail.com.
Eduardo Hernandez
CONTENTS
Introduction
Our Fathers
New Identity by Victor L.M. Demic
Lost Time, A painting by Victor L.M. Demic
Visiting Day by Kei’Arri McGruder
Dear Dad by Iyah Miranda
I Knew My Life Was Different by Dewan Thompson
Just Stay by Miguel Lazaro
Daddy Issues by Leeza Sarmiento
Without a Father by Keino Mitchell
Drawing by Lucy Rodriguez
You Were Never There by Jose Hernandez
Betrayed by Kaelynn Cotton
A Voice by Joseph Estrada
Godfather by Nelvia Marin
Lord Forgive Me by Edwin Noguera
The Day I’ll Never Forget by Alison Urbina
A Poem by Dori Leigh
Where I’m From
Venice is Where I Come From by Joseph Dews
Baby Get Down Gets Down by Joseph Dews
The Life of a Young Thug by Joseph Dews
The Place I Call Home by Joseph Dews
Release Date by Joseph Dews
I Come From by Fernando Garcia
Revisiting by John Rodriguez
My Story by Alex Weston
Hell by Jonathan Angel
Three Cultures by Lukas Braun
Where I’m From by John Flores
Now and Then by Ramiro Blanco
Where I Come From by Jerry Stokx
Streets by Keino Mitchell
The Street by Guillermo Plasencia
My Family by Randy Chavez
Everyday Life by Randy Chavez
Mom, Dad by Randy Chavez
Their Sentences and Ours
What I Need to Say by Cristal Nieto
Uncle Don by Anonymous
Diary Entries by Alyssa Huerta
My Big Brother Oscar by Lesley Robles
Writing to Someone Who is Locked Up by Chelina Vasquez
The System by Charles Horin
Trouble by Joslyn Stevenson
Irreplaceable by Idalia Munoz
I Didn’t Learn the First Time by Keino Mitchell
Black and Blue by Electra Johnson
Photo by Eduardo Hernandez
Fear by Electra Johnson
Left Behind by Ernesto Ponce
Inside by H.K. Witham
Homeboy Industries by Tony Lopez-Figueroa
Letter to my Brother by Bianca Lopez
Soldiers by Tony Lopez-Figueroa
In and Out of My Mind
Escape, with drawing by Lucy Rodriguez
Awaken by Victor L.M. Demic
Three Poems by Derian Bonilla
My Prison of a Mind by Kei’Arri McGruder
Silently by Alyssa Huerta
Alone by Raphael Rodriguez
I Will Because I Can by Jennifer Lopez
Theme for English B by Jayvon Murray
Hungover by Nelvia Marin
Life is a Large Place by Alex Weston
This Won’t Be by Alyssa Huerta
Drawing by Victor Gallegos
2:15 AM by Nina Calderon
After Ernie’s Show by Joslyn Stevenson
Seven by Tony Lopez-Figueroa
Experimenting by John Bembry
Cracks in the World
At Seventeen by Cierra Ingersoll
The Life I Got by Edwin Noguera
Her Choices by Qahirah Smith
Reality, Part 2 by John Bembry
Crash by Derian Bonilla
Free Daniel by Celia Ramos
Close Call by Randy Chavez
Struggles of a Spic
by Sandra Nunez
What I Saw That Day by Rodrigo Raygosa
Painting by Lucy Rodriguez
Lost by Lucy Rodriguez
Belonging
Living Poetry by John Bembry
Room 120 by Karina Cuevas
Hope by Jasmine Scheib
Listening by Alondra Magallanes
My Mom by Larissa Rios
Prison and Me by Brittany Weight
My Passion by Khaila Simm
From Sorrow to Understanding by Annabelle Granados
Full Circle by Anastasia Stanecki
After the Storm
Drugs by Kei’Arri McGruder
Lesson Learned by Salvador Sixtos
I Noticed by Edwin Noguera
My Changed Ways by Idalia Munoz
My Family is Dark by Alex Weston
Ode to the Feminine
I Wonder by Edwin Noguera
What is Life? by Luis Nunez
To Mom by Uriel Perez
Drawing by Victor Gallegos
Original Beings by Kei’Arri McGruder
This Beautiful
Life
The Student by Tony Lopez-Figueroa
Photo by Eduardo Hernandez
American Me by Eduardo Hernandez
Mind, Body and Paint by John Rodriguez
Before the Change by John Rodriguez
Hard Days by Derian Bonilla
Forgiveness Denied by Victor L.M. Demic
74, Preferably by John Rodriguez
Spoon-Full of Wisdom
Letter to P.O.P.S. the Club by Spoon Jackson
Where I am From by Spoon Jackson
Beyond by Spoon Jackson
Afterword by Amy Friedman
Author Bios
Photo by Eduardo Hernandez
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Stop Talking and Listen
Friends and colleagues who read my students’ work often ask me this: How do these teenagers produce such deeply personal work? How are they able to dig deep and reveal their innermost feelings, share their core stories?
There’s a simple answer. It’s this: Stop talking and listen.
I learned this lesson in my rookie teaching year at Crenshaw High School in Los Angeles. Every lesson I presented in my first two weeks was greeted with boredom or outright contempt. Finally Monday morning I asked my students to describe a memorable moment they had experienced over the weekend.
After a few minutes of writing, Clarence, a 17 year-old senior who looked big enough and tough enough to play nose guard for USC, smiled, raised his hand and read:
Friday after school, I was chillin’ with the homies in Lorenzo’s crib. We were passing a blunt. James was rolling some fatties. And I was shaking my bones, trying to hit my point when we heard banging on the door. It was the Po-Po. So everyone grabbed his gatt, his herb and his dead presidents from the pot and we shook the spot. Later on, we come to exchange a few volleys with Five-Oh, but no one ended up in dead or in County. So it was all good.
Clarence nodded toward his classmates who erupted in laughter, perhaps from his account, perhaps from the frozen expression on my face.
At that moment a multiple choice test flashed through my mind. I could:
Call security; B. Find a job other than teaching; C. Pretend I hadn’t grasped the meaning of anything he wrote and call on someone else.
Instead, and I don’t why, I asked, Clarence, could you interpret that for me?
He began to explain that it was a story about the weekend where he and his friends were hanging out at Lorenzo’s house shooting dice and getting high when the police raided. So they scattered, had a shootout with the cops, yet no one was injured or arrested. Just another day in the ‘hood.
In my teacher credentialing class, no one had taught us what to do when a student confessed in a single paragraph to committing multiple felonies.
So I did what I’ve since done countless times in the classroom; I improvised.
I looked at my amused students and said, Okay, here’s the deal. It’s clear we speak different languages. And there’s no way I can teach you what I’m supposed to teach you about English until you teach me your English. So this is what we’re going to do…
I asked them to write down all the words they used in daily conversation with their friends, to define those words and bring them to class. Over the next two weeks I asked this of all five of my classes, and from this we gathered and printed out a 24-page lexicon.
I learned that my students knew about 50 words for marijuana, two or three dozen words for money, and a dozen or so for good looking girls or guys. I learned that bomb, fly and phresh were good things. We spent two full class sessions trying to differentiate the Westside from the Eastside of LA and what it meant to live in which part of town.
What I learned from my students during these weeks and over the next 21 years of teaching was that they love language and equally love to express themselves in personal ways—with stories, essays, poems, rap and in music and the visual arts.
But in order for them to reveal themselves, they demand respect. They need to
know that their stories and creations will be taken seriously. They need to know their voices will be heard. They need to know that their lives—no matter where they live and who they know and love—matter. Because their stories, raps, diaries, photos, letters, drawings, photographs, songs and poems exhibit courage, intelligence, honesty and self-respect.
And they send these artistic expressions out into the world with a sense of
trust—trust that you will judge them on the merits of their work and on who they are deep inside.
Dennis Danziger, Co-Founder
P.O.P.S. the club
Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for
.
- Unnamed Hopi elder
Hopi Nation / Oraibi, Arizona
Our Fathers
New Identity
-Victor L.M. Demic-
I am imprisoned
Not physically
But mentally
I was too young
It barely affected me
They say I look just like my father
Well I want a new identity
I want to be like the man who raised me
Not the criminal who misled me
The chains he has on
Are the same chains in my memory
But memories fade away
So my past is a blur to me
I can’t sleep at night
My consciousness is on to me
I close my eyes
But I toss and turn constantly
I try to wipe off everything that bothers me
I’m afraid to become someone I don’t want to be
But it’s hard to run away
when your reflection is your enemy
Victor L.M. Demic
Visiting Day
- Kei’Arri McGruder -
I walk through the big silver doors,
ready to be searched.
I’m only eight,
but I’m already used to being patted down
and suspected of breaking the law.
They think I may have a knife
or a gun so they can try to break out and make a run.
He takes his magic wand and waves it around me.
My turn is done.
I walk down the hall and I can feel all the negativity.
I see the faces of the blue men
hoping for someone to come and love them.
I look up and see this tall man. I scream, Daddy!
I go up to the window and see his sad face.
Dear Dad
- Iyah Miranda -
I called you today because once again I haven’t heard from you in a while.
As I listened to you repeat the same excuses, I thought, Why am I reaching out to someone who wasn’t in my life for nearly ten years? Why am I the one who has to be the adult here?
Our conversations are repetitive.
And now I’ve become immune to your disappearing.
But today my mother and I got into another argument over you.
I often feel that because you screwed up as a man, father, son and brother I am blamed for your actions. And being your child doesn’t help.
I remember the time you didn’t call me on my seventeenth birthday, the one birthday I thought you wouldn’t miss. But you did.
How do you disappear from your