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Poem for English 2
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Poetry The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you-
Then it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am fifteen, white, born in Greensboro.
I went to school there, then Beaufort, then here
to this highschool down the road from Wal-mart.
I am one of many white people in my school.
The parking lot leads to the door of the school,
down a hallway, then i turn to the science hallway,
first set of steps, second set of steps, and i come to the landing,
the English hallway landing, where i walk
down to room 616, sit down, and write this page:
I dont understand how people
at fifteen, my age; can be so mean.
But I guess I kinda understand.
People who have been hurt tend to hurt,
starting violence, thinking it will help.
Ive been through alot,
more than alot of people realize,
more than most people have experienced.
Ive lost many, but lost few.
My mom an addict, my dad too.
They both committing unlawful acts,
bigamy, drug possession, and use.
They started my life and made me who I am.
I accept the torture they created,
and I am happy with who i've become.
I am whatever I say I am,
This is who I am and i've done what I have to do.
This is my page for English 2.
