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Jamora Rogers, a young striving creative writer and poet. She attends The Art Institute Online and majors in Interactive Media Design. She resides in Southern California.

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Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Friendship: 1 of 54
Friendship A friendship should never die. Friends always meant a lot to me, but throughout the years I've met my lifelong friendships. One of my most memorable friendships started at the beginning of my freshmen year in high school when I knew no one except the people I met in freshman orientation over the summer. In English... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Rape: 3 of 24
Ashamed- Tires burned onto the ground, a car stops in front of me, but I don't jump back. I walk around the car headed to the corner store for ice and cough medicine for my mama. I was only across the street when the cars engine turned off. This man that I normally see mama with on certain nights jumped out of his car and lo... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Depression: 36 of 53
Like Father, Like Himself Where we come from, whom we grow up around and the things that are so vivid for us to remember have a great impact on the way we are or someday become. My father was a M.I.A, missing in action, kind of person in my entire life. I use to sit and think of him as being a fun, loving and smart man that ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering rape: 15 of 22
Strength- I'm walking down the street, My feet are damp - rain. Moving my young thang with a sway, The rain running down my mane. He walks up and asks me for the time, A little odd, I say, "8:13am" I keep walking. Footsteps are behind me. I don't turn My throat's scratchy-Footsteps growing My heart skips a beat as I'm pulled... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 493 of 720
Stained - I want to lick the rain from the sky away from your crying face. so that you will know that with your isolation and fears that I'll always be your sunny day. And when the time comes for another day I'll use my umbrella of hugs to see you through. Night lights and glow sticks to fight off those dark days. I'll kiss ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 631 of 915
I was born in this victorious hell Only wishing God will save me and, well. He hasn't and I'm stuck here with you, Living an all American life, what else do I do? I wake up in the morning in pain, Writing poems on the wall,LOOK MAN I'm not insane! My life is surrounded by do this do that, You wouldn't say that if I was slim,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 425 of 594
My Life's Deja Vu - My life, My life shattered in dreams Compromised by the wages of "returns" Settling into my own misfortune only to gain it again... And again the same old blues record spins on my pins Playing the melody, transforming me Into this very notion of goodwill secrecy While everyone around me, judges me Wishing... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Reality TV: 3 of 4
MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen Sweet sixteen MTV style! Why would I want to be a girl on MTV Super Sweet Sixteen show? They come from rich families and spend thousands of dollars for sweet sixteen parties. When I turned sixteen it wasn't a big deal. I did not come from a rich family and wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 267 of 307
Journey- Trapped in this traffic, Ten million wheels, Spinning to my destination. Telling me your apologies, Two minutes too late, One minute from destruction. We talk like everything is going to be okay, But stuff blows up in our face. Smoke blowing, Flat tire, Driver without reference. Ironic situation, Crazy anticipation,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 454 of 486
See Through- Her feelings have changed, She doesn't love you. When the ching-ching is gone, She packs her bags and sleeps around. Leaving you in a ball of stress, You could care more, but she cares less. Aint no waiting around for her to change. She was brought up in the slums, Raised by a gold-digging mother. Sounds of diff... More..