Doesn't matter the color We all breathe the same We eat the same foods  We breathe in the same air And the same blood flows through us We are one, a nation of many Black, green, and white Brown, red, and yellow We are the same We are all the  same So come and celebrate Celebrate this day Of many colors Come celebrate unity and peace We are international one Let's sit down and have a feast Drink from the same cup Let's celebrate our success Because it takes a whole community To save one, and we are one Let's put our differences aside And have a ball, this the great day To show our strength To show our might International Day is alright We've overcome struggles We'v

The beautiful mind set of the program Was a wonderful thing to me A God-given program for My state of mind Loftiness and homeless I was Until TLCS came by I was welcomed to a community Of warmth and support Trying to live on my own I could not afford But TLCS gave me the support To get back on my feet And they reached Out to welcome me with open arms TLCS is a great place to be Always having holiday parties and inviting me I love the gatherings that we always have Joining and pitching in and making everybody laugh I've been through rough times And I've been through bad times Everytime TLCS was behind me all the way Boy do they know how to make me have a great day Three years ago, I almost

I was a young child, at least one or two years old. I remember seeing my mother standing over me. It was a warm feeling. I grew up in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I had trouble with having a mental illness. For the most part, my years at home were good, until my first day of school, when my nightmare began. I saw hallucinations of cartoon characters and an image of a man called Jeramieh. He used to lie on my parents' bed. I thought that it would go away, but the older I got, the worst it got. At school, my days were dark. I constantly had to deal with cruel boys saying that I was ugly, stupid and four-eyed. I knew that something was wrong with me, but I didn't know what it was. It wasn't

We are special and peculiar people We are God's people Some of us are big stars and celebrities Some of us are painters, carpenters and artists We've overcome mental stress aggravation an depression But we still suffer the stigmatism They don't understand, they refuse to understand They refuse to give us a chance Instead they'd rather say that we're crazy loony and need to be locked up Boxed up and cast aside To be swept under the carpet And to be forgotten, to be isolated We get treated like rappers and they go hand in hand We've overcame our fears And the being bound for years But they still refuse to understand We have rights, a right to live A right to be heard A rig

I think that they should keep the school in the neighborhood. It's a landmark and it'll help the kids get an good education and prepared for college.

TLCS is Transitional Living Community Support. It's an Agency that house and help those that are mentally ill. With a program advisor on heand to help them create goals and help them to live independently on their own, with medication as a serious part of helping them to get well. That's what TLCS stand for.

Schizoprenic people can have children, especially if they're married.. The husband's usuall y keep an eye on them and help raise the children. My husband was great with me in helping me raise my children. Even throught the darkest times, he was there to help me raise those kiids. I know of some schizophrenics who had chidren and they were successful in raising children.