Shhhhh!!!
Did you hear that?
Another heart stop cause another brother got shot
Loved ones are gone
You cry and cry all day long
I know how it feels
Hit me or yo left eye going to look like yo right eye
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Trickest Star, By Leah Freeney
One day I wished upon a star. That I would get a fancy car. The star said “your dream will come true, but you just have to think it through. I thought and thought like I was in a plot. Someone said “CUT”! Then it all came to me. I was in a movie.
My School Life, by Timothy Clemons
Leave me alone, stop talking about me, stop it!!! This is what I always think in my head. People always call me that like they have a free pass so they can talk about everyone they can. People that push me around and treat Me like dirt do not deserve everything.
The only thing they should have is a taste of there own medicine.
People always liked to call me names; but I just ignore them; people pull pranks on me and embarrass me by saying fat boy. Sometimes no one likes me; but I know that I have real friends waiting for me. People talk about me a lot and I think they want to beat me up.
One time, in the lunchroom a boy walked up to me and said, “Your stealing a donut, how fat can you get,” and everyone heard him and started laughing at me. That really hurt me. I felt embarrassed, and it made me want to put the boy in a fire for what he said. Ever since that, I started wearing a mask.
The mask that I’ve put on is being a follower, a laugher and disrespectful. This is not who I am really am. Inside, I am nice, thoughtful, and a leader. I only wear this mask because I think it makes people like me and respect me, instead of making fun of me.
Sometimes, life is hard. I just have to live with it. I think that people don’t like me, but really I don’t care. I will just be me. Being me is so much more then being a faker, but I know that being me is someone special.
The only thing they should have is a taste of there own medicine.
People always liked to call me names; but I just ignore them; people pull pranks on me and embarrass me by saying fat boy. Sometimes no one likes me; but I know that I have real friends waiting for me. People talk about me a lot and I think they want to beat me up.
One time, in the lunchroom a boy walked up to me and said, “Your stealing a donut, how fat can you get,” and everyone heard him and started laughing at me. That really hurt me. I felt embarrassed, and it made me want to put the boy in a fire for what he said. Ever since that, I started wearing a mask.
The mask that I’ve put on is being a follower, a laugher and disrespectful. This is not who I am really am. Inside, I am nice, thoughtful, and a leader. I only wear this mask because I think it makes people like me and respect me, instead of making fun of me.
Sometimes, life is hard. I just have to live with it. I think that people don’t like me, but really I don’t care. I will just be me. Being me is so much more then being a faker, but I know that being me is someone special.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
IF BY.MYA CLARK
IF I CHANGE MY FACE
WOULD IT MATTER
IF I LOSE MY FRIEND
WOULD I BE SAD
IF I CUT MY HAIR
WOULD YOU LAUGH
IF I WAS BOSSY
WOULD YOU LIKE ME
IF I WAS GETTO
WOULD YOU LIKE ME MORE
IF YOU OPEN MY BOX
YOU WILL SEE ME
WOULD IT MATTER
IF I LOSE MY FRIEND
WOULD I BE SAD
IF I CUT MY HAIR
WOULD YOU LAUGH
IF I WAS BOSSY
WOULD YOU LIKE ME
IF I WAS GETTO
WOULD YOU LIKE ME MORE
IF YOU OPEN MY BOX
YOU WILL SEE ME
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