"I am white, Greek and Cherokee, but people don’t see past the white. I am different than my mother and her family, blonde hair blue eyes, easily known as Paris’s sister. The only ones different in my sick family. I am the spitting image of the father I have never met. I am the sister I have to be to Paris so she doesn’t turn out like my mother, a woman with not a care for what happens to her children, who chose men over them. I am a person slow to trust, ‘cause everyone I finally start to trust, turns and walks away out of my life." Asia, age 14
"I was the little girl my mother used to love. I was the little brown monkey climbing everything. I was the straight A and B student in school. I was the color pink. I was bright and intelligent. I was little at one point. I was the little girl my father cherished. I was young. I was the dolls my cousin used to play with." Bree, age 16
"I am true to my roots, ti atse humeu’umptua. I am proud of myself. I am a book with blank pages waiting to be written. I am God’s gift. I am the all-state tackle. I am cloudy windows. I am my own family, and I am not another statistic. I will be myself no matter what. I will be a voice of many. I will be a choice made for all. I will be bright with a temperate touch. I will be a good friend. I will be better. I will be the father mine was not." Lute, age 17
"I will be free of all the chains that bind me. I will be able to look in the mirror and turn away in disgust but stare at myself and realize that I am beautiful and strong, not worthless and wrong I will be a blooming white rose in the middle of broken concrete, radiating the innocence and purity that was taken from me. I will be warm smiles and sweet melodies. I will be shared stories and healing wounds. I will be the bass moving through an African tune. I will be gut deep laughs and soul deep cries. I will be down to earth personality and free of lies. I will be sunbeams shining bright and true."