Nightmares By: Yosselyn, a survivor Mommy got addicted To drugs She sold me For drugs I was scared to go with a man I didn’t know. I lost my childhood Mommy hit me. I got a bruised black eye....

My Education and My Future: I’m Only 15 and I’m Pregnant By: Torieauna Hilbert I never considered having a baby at this age. I guess you can say I wasn’t responsible. When I should have been thinking about my...

The Book By: Melanie Gutierrez and Jordi Salgado You walk down the empty street where you spend most of your nights walking without a purpose. You stop at a deserted street corner. The light is red so you press...

The Polka Dot Dress By: Heidi Awada Gemma wore a pink polka dot dress Without knowing it would end in a catastrophic mess. She tumbled down the grassy hill, Which resulted in a fruit punch spill. The kids began...

Black and White By: Cesiah Coreas My world is a blur of black and white Sometimes it just takes me by surprise I can see my future being very bright Hopefully no one fills it with lies I have...

Untitled By: Yvonne, a survivor My father figure died, After that I never even tried. Molested, raped only 14 years old Never at 15 did I think I could be sold. It didn’t destroy my body, but it killed...

Every issue of Spilt Arts will feature an adult who has overcome significant socioeconomic struggles to become a hero in his or her community. Our staff is proud to present our first hero, Dr. Alfredo Quinones-Hinojosa, who has gone...

The Ballad of Rose By: Janeth Preciado The morning mist blurred his face, Leaving the dark trail without a trace. One night she awaoke to an empty bed, Covered her eyes and rest her head. She cried and cried...