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Theme for English B
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 fourteen, the same as everyone else, yet very different, born in Boca Raton.
I went to school there, but now I’m here
to this school, in coconut creek.
A home, where victory is what the Eagles seek
I am the only student who couldn’t get the last poem right
But I’ll get this one
The long roads lead to home
Where I get into my car, hours after the bell has rang
After the hard practices have ended
After there’s no more effort to give on the field
After there’s no more sweat left in me, or no more energy to use
up to my shower, where the heat of the water helps me think,
About what I could’ve done differently today
And to my bed, where I begin to write this:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at fourteen, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, my goals, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear the unsaid words in my mind.) Me---who?
Well, I like to Think, work hard, I like to laugh, though sometimes I can’t, I enjoy.
I like to prove people wrong, show what I can do, and my bed.
I guess being me makes me like me.
the things people don’t see in me.
So will my page be a color that I write?
It shouldn’t be white, for it should be blurry
Because I’m far too young and inexperienced
To decide a color
For which will be a color that will be uncovered later
in my journey through life
Being me, it will not be a color.
Because there is no color for me
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are a factor in this color that shapes me---
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you
And everyone I meet along the way.
That's the color.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's the truth!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--- and that’s what I’m thankful for
although you're older---and smarter---
In my future on this path, I shall be just as free.
This is my page for English B.

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