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hippie from the ghetto run…

by Amber Wilkinson

 

 

AMBER IS LOVE?
AMBER FEELS LOVE?

AMBER KNOWS LOVE
WHO THE FUK IS AMBER?
WHO IS LOVE?

WHERE DO WE MEET ON THIS JOURNEY, ARE EITHER ONE OF US REAL?
WHAT IS REAL?
PRISON LIFE…
KILLING…LIVING…KILLING…LIVING
RUNNUNG…HIDING…RUNNUNG…HIDING
LIVING?
WHO ARE YOU IS NOT ME…
WHO IAM IS NOT ME…
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
YOUR DUMB AS FUCK IF YOU THINK YOU GONNA GET PEACE HERE!!!!
HE CALLED A HIPPIE.
SAID YOU ARE FREE SPIRITED.
SAID HE IS FREE SPIRITED TOO.
SAID LETS SET OUR SPIRITS FREE THROUGH SEX…
AS LONG AS I WAS CONVENIENT LONG AS I WAS PLEASURABLE FOR HIM…
CAN WE LIVE LIKE THIS???
A WOMAN BE DOWN TRODDEN LIKE THIS…
DID HE REALLY THINK YOU WERE A FUCK…
A FUN…
A PAST TIME…
HIDE BEHIND THE SODA MACHINE DICK SUCKER?????

 

 

 

INSIDE/OUT

 

dwelling or dwellers,slimy,creepy,untouched,unseen,numb,unfeeling,is called unloved…
WHY?
THEY SAY…
its in your DNA
but is it a curse or maybe a cure…
not just for me but for a whole generation…
      THE LOST ORPHANS
the RE jected or RE directed
      the alone and abandoned

 

 

 

LIVE OR DIE

 

If you don’t move you will die…
and the last thing I am doing…
because we must understand that this is just a body carrying a splendid spirit
and this spirit dying with the karma of a cowardliness…
i will desist!!!!
IAM ONLY PASSING WITH MY HIGH VIBE ENERGY CAUSE IAM PASSING WITH
…HIEGHTZZZ…
HIGHER THEN THIS BOX YOU THINK YOU LOCKED ME IN??!!
      I AM THE BEGINNING WITH NO ENDING
UM PLEASE LISTEN REAL CLOSELY…
      BB YOU GOT ME TWISTED…

 

 

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

 

PHYSCHOLOGY, PHILOSOPHY
      spinning in my head…
making me believe…
that i was never dead…
in a spy of an eye denied…

(it was all in that twilight zone)

where we born to be different
why do we have to be weird
where do i belong…
how can i heal and escape…
how can i prosper
where can i find salvation
please with in my soul
love upon my lips
pain ridden in my heart…
where i should start…
you can hit me
beat me
even lit me…
i act like it wasn’t meant for me…
cause i know this life is a temporary life
equally it hits me
deeply
or cuts me deeply
because your understanding of me is “deplete”
i just wish people would get me
instead of hit me………..

 

 

 

MIRROR IMAGE

 

      WHAT WOULD YOU SEE IF YOU LOOKED AT YOURSELF IN THE DARK?
      WARRIOR/FAILURE
LOVER/HATER
      JUDGEMENT/FREE THINKER
ILLEGIT/LEGIT
      FREE SPIRTED/CHAINED BLACK CROW
with a hope for tomorrow a light at the end of the tunnel
if we were one we could conquer…
conquer what?
THE WORLD…….

 

 

SKIDROW BLUEZ

i was wondering will we ever think positive again?
or be who we need to be
feel the cool breeze of freedom from this hell
the dark deep secret of the world hidden from humanity
i guess ill take a reality slip and go back to sleep with an aching heart
of weariness and aching
who am i … who are you…
as i slip a mother fucking pill down my throat…
gulp…

 

 

 

BIO

Amber is a self-taught, self-motivated, inspired and aspiring artist. Her work is primarily multi-media, 5-D abstract canvases. Amber found the Studio 526 more than three years ago through their yoga and meditation classes.  The studio has moved her to open up her inner core and creatively throw it up on the canvas. She also takes advantage of the Studio 526 music room, playing multiple instruments, singing and dancing.  She uses the audio equipment to compile clips for her DJ sessions. She also has creates one-of-a-kind jewelry. Her art has shown at Friends House Foundation, Skid Row History Museum, Bolt Barbershop. She’s an active participant with Zine Magazine festivals. She was honored to recite her own poetry at The Last Bookstore for Ivy Pochoda’s reception for  her latest best-selling book “Wonder Valley”. Her dream for the future is to own her own gallery to display her own work and the works of any other creative individual no matter their creed, race or gender.

 

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The Skid Row Zine Writing Group

Introduction by Ivy Pochoda

 

 

In 2009 I moved from my hometown of Brooklyn to Los Angeles, a city that is still both familiar and unknowable to me. Accustomed to walking or riding the subway, I found I couldn’t visualize the city’s shape even as I moved along its streets and freeways. I still can’t. But driving to and from my Echo Park apartment back then I was struck by something else that surprised me: all the ways in which people lived out of doors—the tent encampments, permanently parked camper vans, makeshift shelters of many materials all improvised for living in the elements. They made Los Angeles, amidst its evident wealth, even more mystifying, gave it a texture I hadn’t expected, a secret soul.

Two years later I moved just east of Downtown to the Arts District which was just beginning its rapid gentrification. Skid Row sits between Downtown and the Arts District. As I drove or rode my bike past its sprawling community of tents, shelters, medical and social services, murals, missions, and churches the initial impression of chaos eventually gave way to a pattern of communities each with its own character. Here were activists; here were artists; and here were the hopeless and the helpless in various associations of their own. I began to see the shape and depth of the neighborhood though I could not have imagined how much more it would mean to me one day.

One evening I emailed the Lamp Arts Program, a multi-discipline studio affiliated with The People Concern, one of Los Angeles’s largest social services agencies, and offered to give a course in creative writing. I did not know what to expect when I turned up for my first class. Would the participants be lucid, intelligent, capable? The truth is they were all of these things and more. Each of them was on a journey and they each showed up with a story to tell whether it was drawn from experience or summoned by wild inspiration. Their work is remarkable—it’s profound, smart, and quite often funny.

We meet once a week. (I am not always in charge of the sessions these days as some of the participants have stepped up to run the class.) We do warm up exercises and in class writing assignments. Some participants are working on longer projects: chapbooks, one-act plays, essays, and short stories. And out of these meetings, we formed Skid Row Zine—an independent magazine dedicated to the voices and stories of people living in and around Skid Row.

 

This is a New Series from the Skid Row Zine Writers Group:

Each issue will feature new work from the group.

This issue features:
UP ABOVE and the DOWN BELOW by Linda Leigh

 

 

 

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