To the Skaters Getting Started: We are a team, a family, an adventure

To all my fellow beginners out there, it is never too late to start skating or even to pick it back up again. I was 7 years old when I first started my adventures with skateboarding with no clue where it would take me, but with just one family member who helped me learn the basics! One year after I first got some of the basics, I stopped because I wasn’t motivated enough, which I sincerely regret. But many years later, my skateboarding adventure would see a new beginning at Lindsay Skate Park on 42nd Pl in South Los Angeles.

Gilbert Lindsay Skate park is where I grew as a person, and where I found my second family. To those who live around Lindsay Skate park or any other Skate park, visit them and experience for yourself how skateboarding and its community can help you as a person.

This year, due to the pandemic, my skateboarding had to be put on hold for a while, which wasn’t easy for me because staying home so much was tough and still is. When I was finally able to go outside again, getting back on my board was kind of odd at first because since it was put on hold for a while, certain parts of it became more challenging. Basically I had to relearn everything and it wasn’t easy. Skateboarding is something you must constantly practice or you’ll lose the ability to do certain things. But eventually, after two weeks of relearning everything, I got my style back and felt motivated to go harder, to step out of my comfort zone and try new things. It’s all helped me gain even more experience then I had before quarantine.

So to those who want to quit this amazing adventure that skateboarding can provide for you, don’t because once you see yourself grow you will only continue getting better. In skateboarding there is no shame for who you are or what skill level you’re in. No matter what, you’ll always be welcomed into the skateboarding community like it’s your second family.

To those that think needing help getting started isn’t “cool enough,” you are wrong. The adventures and challenges that skateboarding can bring upon you are not easy, so if you need some tips, just ask someone because it will help you progress in this crazy adventure.

The first skate deck I ever used was a “blind” deck. And if you still have your very first skate deck, be sure to keep it because one day you’ll look back at it and think about all the happy adventures that skateboarding began with. What I see for myself in these crazy fun adventures on my deck is something that will continue long into the future for me. So if you’re thinking of starting this adventure, go for it, and be prepared for the challenges it can bring upon your life. Most importantly, whether you see it as something professional or as something to pass time with, just have fun.

Life is filled with challenges and it can be confusing sometimes because everyone handles the challenges differently, but to those who can use some help with the many obstacles life brings, skateboarding won’t let you down. For myself, as someone who gets confused with life’s challenges sometimes, it’s not easy, but with the freedom of skateboarding, the happy adventures help me with everything else. They can help you too!

IR

IR is a skater and student in the 10th grade through South Los Angeles. He dedicates this poem to all the new skaters out there.

Second Chance (A Ninth Grade Student’s Poem on Redemption)

Everyone needs a second chance,

A second chance to say goodbye.

To say sorry, to understand.

To hold a grudge or to start a new chapter,

A chance to remain hurt, or a chance to forgive and forget.

But why remain hurt if there’s a second chance to stop hurting.

I need a second chance, you need a second chance,

We need a second chance.

MT

MT is a Black 9th grade student at Dorsey High School in the West Adams area of Los Angeles. His favorite hobbies include playing basketball when he’s outside, and playing Fortnite when he’s stuck at home. This poem is dedicated to his father.

The Path of Togetherness (An Eighth Grade Student’s Poem on Growth)

As I wait patiently and try
Desperately to gain enlightenment I recognize a path that
Represents something unique.

Independently I strive to connect with this path,
But there are battles inside me casting a blinding fog
Trying to distract me. 

The fog tries to cast away my connection to the path,
But when I look closer, it calls out to me.

The path communicates a message of bonding,
Of teamwork and togetherness

It communicates gracefully, pushing me forward.

I recognize the path as one creating new opportunities for my future.

The path begins to become a part of me,
My trust starts to build upon this path I chose.

I have new paths to make, where I can manifest ideas
To develop my own independence
And to help others grow and manifest theirs.

SS

This poem is dedicated to the Los Cuentos community.

A Strand of Humanity (An Eighth Grade Student’s Poem on this Covid19 Season)

I sit here alone between four dark walls
Longing for a connection I can’t help but recall

This deadly virus has taken more than spirit and soul.
It’s also broken a ritual between me and my friends.

I wish I could say “hi” to them,
Or shake their hands, or tap them on the shoulder.

Now we sit isolated in virtual reality,
Only a strand of humanity.

School and work are gone, off limits
But these places aren’t just somewhere to be,

They also bring light in to a dark room.

Calamity over the virus now makes for empty shelves,
People panicking ignorantly,
Angering themselves, shoving each other.

I hope to see some deliverance soon,
A respite from this gloom to light up my room.

JC

This poem is dedicated to the city of Los Angeles and all who read this poem.

Two Sides of Wonder (An 8th Grade Student’s Poem on Being)

U sit and wonder in class,
U sit in wonder at home,
I wonder why,
Why do I wonder,
Why do u wonder?

But isn’t it all wonderful
When we wonder
About being wonderful,

Or when we wonder about
What makes us wonder.

I wonder why, actually
I wonder why we wonder,
And what we wonder.

I wonder about my lady
Who’s got me bubbling lately,
Says my side is where she stay
But what happens when u drift away.

Look back at my pops, wonder where he’s at all day,
No kap, I’m just a young Black teen
Who wants to grow up and pursue his dreams.

A young visionary who wants to make sure
It’s always food in mom’s fridge,

Who wants to rise, uplift his friends,
Get bands, and count up the dividends.

KD

Don’t Be One Who You Are Not (A 7th Grade Student’s Poem on Identity)

Don’t be one who you are not,
Be one who you are.

Wearing a mask wears you out,
Faking fatigues.

The most exhausting activity is
When you pretend to be
What you know you aren’t.

Everybody has something special inside,
They just don’t always show it.

Search deep inside,
And in your heart
You’ll know it.

LB

Doubt is My Father’s Knee (A 7th Grade Student’s Poem on Doubt)

Who doubts me,
I doubt me, my friends doubt me,
Doubt just finds me.

I think of my father’s fall
Even after puncturing his knee
He still wanted to drive us home,
He didn’t want to quit on us,
He had no doubt about it.

Rest in peace Ermias.

Nipsey believed in everyone,
His passing has led other leaders to step up.
His hopes have led others to care for our community,
Other influencers now continue his work.

I can also help others face doubt.
I can inspire my family.

Like my dad holding up an open knee,
Showing all of us how to stand tall
No matter what holds us down.

TTV.Vnunez323

I Knew (A 7th Grade Student’s Poem on Doubt)

Doubt, my dim companion.

We can hurt from many things,
But what’s most painful is
When our loved ones doubt
How much they’re truly loved.

If you’re in doubt
Then follow your heart,
If you’re in doubt
Then follow your instincts.

Keep your spirit salient through the motions.

One of the worst feelings is
To doubt something,
To doubt yourself.

Doubt keeps our minds captive
And fearful of the things which
Make up our past.

Fearful of the seconds that make up the present,
Fearful of the hours that make up tomorrow.

But when you doubt,
Know that I knew how much
You loved me.

When life was sweet,
And when life was dark,

When you told me,
And when you didn’t.

When it was easy and when it was hard. I knew.

I knew you didn’t
Doubt me.

JR-D

This poem is dedicated to my aunt, uncle, parents and teachers.

The Soft Graze and the Pitch (An 8th Grade Student’s Poem on Doubt)

There is no other breath like doubt,
Moving through it are different pulses of

Fear
Anxiety
Sorrow

Mulling over to myself,

Am I enough?

My main concern
Is not being enough,

Why do I need to be the best to succeed?
Why do I need to become better?
Better yet, how do I become better?

I strike the field to calm my doubt
Stepping on the pitch, feeling the breeze
The ticklish grass barefoot
The soft graze and the goal,

Accept life for what it truly is
Accept that everyone has a dark side
Let out emotions and feeling,

Don’t hold on, but just move on.

Rest In Peace, Mac Miller <3

KJ

BEE STING (A 7th Grade Student’s Poem on Doubt)

Doubt is like a bee sting
Piercing through my flesh
Injecting its venom in my mind
Struggling, twisting trying to break me
Leaving me with thoughts of “I can’t.”
I doubt me.

My teachers doubt me
But I grab the stinger and pull it out
Using “I can’t” as my number one power source

I am proving a point
Doubt means to
Feel uncertain
Doubt has been everywhere I’ve seen
The Sting
Feeding into me,

But I break past it.

I don’t doubt me.
You might doubt me, but I don’t.
My teachers might doubt me, but I don’t.
Even my family might doubt me,

BUT I
DO NOT
DOUBT ME.

Rest in peace, Notorious B.I.G.

SR ~セルジオ・ルバルカバ