social media safety?

“Today we’re interviewing Hanna Huguet and her mother Tammy to discuss when students should get a cell phone, how social media can have a positive impact on teens, and tips for creating an ongoing healthy social media dialog with your kids.”

Hey everyone, It’s Hanna Here! I had the amazing chance to talk with Josh & The Team at, to talk about safety on social media for parents and teenagers. Here is one of our interviews I get to share with you publicly! Social media plays an incredible role in performance and your career. Safe Smart Social works with families to provide the tools and information they need to have a positive experience online.

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Choking Flowers


I know this girl

she has a rose eye

unable to see her unique self

delicate like a flower

and hidden behind her weaknesses

she wavered in the wind

as she continued to compare herself to others

she’s a rare rose unable to be found

therefor it’s hard to find another similar

beauty rips her apart

she begins to believe she’s a weed

misplaced by humanity

and broken by society

unwanted by all

alone she stays

“love me” she screams

no answers in reply to her cries

thorns grew on the rose

she became sharp

and put up a shield

nobody can touch her now

she will not be hurt

Not other soul may get the chance to enter her presence

incapable to be loved

she hid in the garden of forbidden dreams

unable to believe in hope for herself

no longer did she seek for sun or hope for rain

she hid in the shadow of the dust

as ashes of the burned suffocated her

she had no chance to show her bright tranquille body

her soft and coloured petals were never exposed

no longer did the rose tried

instead she died

the wilted body was thrown in the garbage

because who would keep something dead

in a living garden.



Her Goodbye


I’m way too good at goodbyes

Not good enough at hellos

Too sad to care

Too happy for despair

I am who I am

You can’t change that

But that one person

They fill the void

They take away the hurt

They bring love

When they leave it hurts twice as much.

-Alecxi 15, Colorado

Students Skin


Our story begins

At a school filled with terror

Feeling was left in their ripped skin

Looking for answers

But all they found were errors


From dawn to dusk the secrets lie

Inside each mind the student alike another

Each voice was like a demons cry

The swift moment of bodies moving past makes you shudder


We think all is left is to die

But we have the dreams mended in our hearts

So each night on our pillows we cry

The consuming storm created a piece of art


So each morning we wake up and continue to breathe

Until we find the truth we seek underneath



Bleeding Poetry


My mind is blank

Unlike the canvas of our love

Staring at the piece we created

I’m unsure of the result

Colors swept across the page

Overlays of colors

And complicated senses

Damaged hearts

Created beautiful art

Though if breaking this way

Is the only way art is made?

No longer call me an artist

Because it’s not worth the pain

The tears we cried damp the paper

The written words of I love you

And the drawing of our names fade

All I see is a dark fog

I haven’t been in this place for months

Sometimes I feel this way for an hour

But its been days

This must filling my brain with dust

My body is something I terrorize

But I fight to give it love

The thoughts have began to grow

Taunting the way I feel

Overtaking the way I move

Each venom injection

That is released into my thumb

Makes its way through my veins

It carries me on

There is this gaping lack of emotion

A place I cannot feel

Where all of me is numb

But yet my tears still fall

The pain is substantial

But who you are to me grows beyond the trees

I’m scared this cut may not close

As I feel you so deeply

Each silent moment

The read messages and unanswered calls

Pushes me down the rabbit hole where I continue to fall

I don’t need help to be okay

But to be okay together has become my dream

To a sleepless night and a tear soaked pillow

I’ll continue to think of each night we talked

Each morning I woke up to your voice on my phone

Each laugh we shared

And the compassion we gathered

In all theses words of saying I love you

Through the lips of the pen

Poetry kisses the paper

Bleeding my love again


-Hanna Darlene

Imagine This



waking up

and feeling your heart breaking

before you’ve even gotten up


having a constant feeling of dread

in the pit of your stomach

that’s always weighing you down


watching everyone else

smiling, laughing, enjoying themselves

while you struggle to maintain a fake optimism


feeling permanently exhausted

completely drained

of energy and hope


feeling like you’re drowning

while everyone else walks around you

carefree and oblivious

to your pain


feeling so terribly lonely

that you don’t even

want to be with yourself anymore


being in so much pain

that you want to scream

and break things and hit your head against the wall

until you can’t remember anything anymore


living this nightmare

every day

every night…

welcome to my life.


Julia 17 Alb, CAN