Wood Street Comunitario Cable Wood Street CommUnity Wire #1
Updated: Jan 4
Presentamos RoofLessRadio PovertySkola Reporteros de Wood Street Commons
Introducing RoofLessRadio PovertySkola Reporters from Wood Street Commons
Las siguientes historias fueron creadas por nuevos reporteros de povertySkola en el taller de escritura callejera de POORmagazine en WoodStreetCommons -
The following HERstories and Histories were created by new povertySkola reporters in the POORmagazine street-writing workshop at WoodStreetCommons
Monte - WoodStreetCommons povertySkola reporter
My loss of family and now
the threat of losing the
community that has saved my
life. Not sure what it will look like but
I’m sure it won’t be a a good picture,
for anytime the city comes to evict,
they usually come with the cops
and arrive without empathy or
understanding. They come weaponized
with one mission on their minds…
to push and pull the
destruction of what I call home
and many call home. This places
houses my family and friends.
I will fight to keep the love,
sustainability, and growth
of the community.
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Monte - WoodStreetCommons
povertySkola reportero
Mi pérdida de mi familia y ahora
la amenaza de perder la comunidad
que ha salvado mi vida en.
No estoy seguro de cómo se verá, pero
estoy seguro de que no será una buena imagen,
para cada vez que la ciudad viene a desalojar,
suelen venir con los policías
y llegar sin empatía o comprensión de.
Vienen armados
con una misión en sus mentes…
para empujar y tirar de la destrucción
de lo que yo llamo hogar
y muchos llaman hogar. Este lugar
alberga a mi familia y amigos.
Lucharé para mantener el amor, la sostenibilidad y el crecimiento de la comunidad.
John - WoodStreetCommons
povertySkola reporter
The beeping noise over and over
again. It stops, you all have five
minutes to get what you can.
After that all I see is dump trucks
Caltrans workers, Highway patrol
officers. My brothers and me and some
groupies half dressed and fucking
tired of moving every fucking week.
over and over again. What the fuck!
So now we all are across the street
watching our camp site be destroyed!
All our stuff again! being crunched up
for what? Maybe because karma/
is a motherfucker and me and
my brother are the best fucking bike
thieves that ever lived. Maybe it’s
god telling us to get right? maybe
we are just the scum of the earth
and thats that.
No, thats not it. But For some reason
today it feel like I’m back to square
one.
I need this shit to stop
I need people to hear my brothers