published by: Olivia
young woman, 18 years old
My name is hate.
I live in your heart and in your mind.
I was born out of bitterness,
when you offered friendship
and your friends turned on you.
My last name is Black.
My mother is Fury.
My father is Bitterness.
My sister is Violence.
When you meet my family
you’ll feel scared,
you’ll be trapped.
I’ll give you the urge to kill.
I’ll make you think only in the bad things that happened to you.
I’ll force you to destroy yourself.
I’ll make you suffer.
I’ll be satisfied and proud when you kill yourself
because I will have won.
Don’t let me into your heart,
but when I enter
you can destroy me by thinking about someone you loved
you can destroy me by being intelligent and understanding.
When you find love within yourself, I will disappear.
Published by: Olivia
A recurring theme in conversations with the girls is revenge. Many have experienced the loss of their loved ones, partners and friends, and have expressed their desire to let out all of the pain, suffering, and anger that they feel when confronted with violent death. This young girl writes about her reaction to the turture and murder of her beloved aunt.
What else could I do?
Young girl, 17 years old
It feels awful knowing you can’t do anything.
Seeing my grandmother cry for her daughter
Seeing my mother, my cousins, when we buried her
I did her makeup for the wake
her blood was the same as my blood
That they sent him with a meal-ticket to prison while my aunt was 9 feet under the ground? That wasn’t good enough for me.
I couldn’t resist the urge take revenge
I knew who had done it, so i did the same to him
It made me feel good. Afterwards I felt more peace
I got it all out. Neither him nor her alive.
At least he wouldn’t be laughing for having made a good kill