Ali Forney Center Review

Writing created by youth in the NYWC workshop at the Ali Forney Center. Workshop Leader: Tamiko Beyer.

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We real Queer. We
have no Fear. We
See you stare. We
Not going nowhere. We
Are not afraid. We
won’t let you ruin our parade. We
have pride we have goals. We
are legends with stories untold. We
are not weak we have strength. We
are Queer with the person within. We
are flowers forever we will bloom. We
are strong but without water we will die soon. We
are every shade we are every color. We
are a family we are sisters yet still brothers.
We real Queer

Milk, 19

The Pretty Ones. Kids who work at a diner.

We be real. We
eat real. We

get fun. We
don’t run. We

Turkey Bowl. We
rock & roll. We

Bake cakes. We
make shakes.

Ali Kat, 19

The Players Club…In Jersey City

Strippers get naked
Drug Dealers make sells
And pimps get paid…
And the Ballers get laid…

And when it hits Day
we pack up And go away…

Shawn

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If I would have known it was the last time I was going to see her, I would have asked for my things back. My favorite outfit, my bracelet, my paintings and my pictures. I really don’t care about the other things although the pictures had sentimental value to them. My family portraits were in them.

I remember one picture of me and my sister playing in the dirt and my mother stood by the house started shouting at us and I continued playing alone and my sister opted to leave and clean up while I played.

One picture was of me holding an ice cream I purchased with a dollar my father gave me. When Mary said she was leaving I could not think of anything but the precious stones I had given her as a bracelet for her friend’s wedding. I began running and I ran faster but could not catch up even if I tried.

Mary’s disappearance was a mystery because it was not clear where she went. I couldn’t think at all even when I was doing my homework and the algebra was quite complicated. I had some tea and then I was fine. Finally, I managed to solve the math problem and I was fine. Come to think of it, Mary taking my things was fine with me.

Uman Anwar