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10B Literature/Composition Spring 2008 
The one
My dad I look like but haven’t never seen inmy life. All I do know is he was living in jacksonville, FL that was the last time I heard about him. The last people I have seen on his side of the family was when I was like 5 or 6 years of age. These people was my little brother and my little sister my little sister was mixed with black and white my brother was just plain out black. For all I know my dad has kids all over flordia and I have always wanted to meet the other side of my family. It just has not happened yet. When I get ready I plan on looking for them. My uncle said that he hasn’t seen him but he has seen a lot of his old friend. The thing is he said most of his old friends are dead and he might be, because of the reason that he was In a gang.
The one
my dad
the one that was never there
the one I have never seen
my dad
the one I wished I was with sometimes
my dad
the one who never was around
my dad
the one who looked like me
my dad
the one I never loved
and never blamed
my dad
the one I wished I could cry for
my dad
the one I wished would have spoiled me
my dad
the one I wished i could call
my dad
the one I know little about
my dad
the one I only have one picture of
my dad
the one who was never there
my dad
the one who didn’t care to look for me
my dad
the one who don’t even care
RED
Red is the color of pain, rage, and revenge,
The reflection of ones feelings through a still glass lake,
The flames of a pheonix’s tail
Scortching like the sun showing no mercy.
There are red skies and red liquids,
Red feels like molting lava flowing through my veins,
Red is the gateway to ones tragic downfall
As if you where in a trench taking grenades.
Red should be a synonym for sorrow,
But instead…terrifying yet deceiving,
Red feels like your stuck in a dream you cant escape,
Running in circles,
As if you where on a tredmil,
Red is the breaking point of sin,
Does it make sense?
Red should feel like getting the newest pair of sneakers,
Even getting a brand new car,
But instead it looks like… Doomsday.
It’s the color of waves
And the blue open sky
All around you and above you is the color blue
It is the blue sea
Like the wide and deep pacific
It is felt cold, like rain
Falling from above
Blue tears
Blue skies
Felt and seen,
From light blue
To dark blue it is
My favorite color
Red
Red is the color of strawberries,cherries, and a barrel full of nice red apples.
Its like autumn when the leaves are falling.
The red stripes on the flag
There are red roses, and red hearts beating
Emotions feels red
Bursting out of you when something happens, or when you get angry or just being happy
Red should bring me joy, when im down and out. And when I’m lonely and have no one.
Red feels like seeing your friend after her boyfriend beats her up.
And seeing her with bruises all over her body.
Her crying and saying look what he’s done.
And she has you feeling bad for her then she goes back to him after this happens
Red should feel like happiness,
But it also looks like lipstick,
A sign that tells you when to stop,
A ribbon on a gift,
Red shouldn’t make you feel angry.
THE BIG APPLE
There you see it… The BIG APPLE
Huge,
Filled with elements of civilization,
Good,
Evil,
Innocent,
Guilty,
I say trust no one but your family…it is what it is,
The Big Apple,
The smell of money,
The Sight of Opportunity,
The feeling of a happy Child,
The taste of fresh air,
The Volume Justice and Violence
The Big Apple