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Things I Have to Tell You Poems and Writing by Teenage Girls

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ISBN-10: 0763610356

ISBN-13: 9780763610357

Edition: 2001

Authors: Betsy Franco, Nina Nickles

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Teenage girls tell their own stories—in compelling poetry and prose paired with 42 striking black-and-white photographs. The voices in this collection have so much to question, so much to grieve. They have so much to celebrate, so much to rage against. They’re ready to speak up and begin the conversation — with you and with the world. More than thirty uncensored poems are accompanied by Nina Nickles’s masterful photographs, which sensitively capture the moods and essence of adolescence. Here, painted in the words of teenage girls, is a portrait of their dreams and desires - a record of hope, disillusionment, anger, joy, sadness, and most of all, strength.
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Book details

List price: $9.99
Copyright year: 2001
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Publication date: 5/1/2001
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 80
Size: 9.25" wide x 7.75" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 0.594
Language: English

BETSY FRANCO has written over eighty books, including poetry collections, picture books, and a YA novel. Her anthologies of teenage poetry have appeared on the ALA Best Books and Quick Picks lists. Betsy lives in northern California, with her husband and two cat-muses, Jada and Frida. MICHAEL WERTZ has taught Illustration at the California College of the Arts and is the co-founder of Monster Illustration, a loose confederation of illustrators who banded together in 1996. Michael lives and works in Oakland, California, with his husband and their dog Olive, who helped inform David's observations of the neighborhood cats.

SECRETS Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening to my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight?
Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote?
Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions, Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions.
Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light.
Jessica L. McCloskey, age 16
ESCAPE I look inside me and I don't see it I don't see the power The confidence you say I have You say I can do anything That I'm sure of myself and my intentions And I wonder But I don't know If it's all there Waiting for the opportunity to jump into you And try to help you Fix you Ask you Why? Because I don't know I wait anxiously Feeling my stomach A block of ice Chipping away, melting, then freezing up again Who can I follow? Cuz I don't want to lead I ask myself every question
There are temporary answers But I know more Like everybody seems to know more And I still don't know how Cuz it's nice to ignore confrontation Avoid conflict Watch my rainbow And let you watch yours But the universe knows more I must take this test just like everyone Takes tests I am closing in on the sky Hoping it will try to escape And I know I will let it get away Like I let a lot of things get away Cuz then I won't have to continue the search For my power
Theresa Hossfeld, age 16
New Honesty Today I gave up a promising career of "truth." Profound state of love stepped in like a puzzle piece. Completing, no, not the Empire State Building, not Mt. Rushmore or van Gogh's Sunflowers. Completing instead my departure from "honesty." Can I find a balance between me and the box I call my family? I want equilibrium. I want subtle change. I want to tell the Truth, not the truth of the woman who snapped on a collar and named me alive.
Finding Joy I found myself a place to be, to play a day went by or maybe two no thoughts of you to crowd my empty mind I find my body is to me as lovely as a budding tree a cat with grace and emerald eyes so unconcerned with shapely thighs just me Invisibly a girl inside this shape a woman's hips and breasts so much wider, softer than the rest I found myself a crystal blue like nymphs or faeries do
I never thought of you or what you'd think of me I found my body was a mass of ground the earth inside of me behind my vinyl walls of picture perfection I was the earth, the sky it made me want to cry to shout the softness I have never dared let out my curves, my hair a part of who I was a blonde in a clear glass pond myself a flow of nature alone finding joy
Marissa Korbel, age 16
WORDS Words fly across the paper like blackbirds across the sky and I think to myself why oh why oh why why why, Why would anyone use words like I hate and I can't and I quit therefore I won't and Goodbye. Good bye? Why not take that beautiful skill and use words like I love and I can and I will or at least I'll try and Hello... hello, because I believe in word conservation and if you're going to use a word at all it should be one that glides off of your tongue
I know I am strong both in my convictions and in myself. I know I am beautiful both inside and out. I know I am powerful and growing more so. I know I will do just fine.
Laura Veuve, age 15
Things I Have to Tell You. Copyright (c) 2001 Betsy Franco. Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA