Poetry: Freedom Writers

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have you ever woken up in the moring feeling so alone,have you ever felt that when you go out side mabey you'll hear a gun shot,see a another person dead on your block,you hear the clock tickin and talkin after a couple of hours the cops come but dont do nothing,you heart pumps faster,walk to the bus stop,watin for yo ride,you feel no one understands you,your demon tells you to commit suside while yo angle tells you every things gonna be all right,you enter your class room,only 3 to 2 white people in the class room,and a hole lot of black,suspanics and asians,you feel this is a race attack,the theacher comes in you feel like she cant help you with yo problems,you feel this is a waste of time,you dont like it here but think were eles do you feel safe,this is the place where you hide from your enimes and your so called homies,all you want is peace,and to be free,live a life with no anger nor danger,the theachers asks you who has ever gotten shoot,98% of the class rise's their hands,you say man i didnt know there were so many people like me,the hole class shares their stoys you feel like your in a better place,the next day,the theacher gives out free diares for you to write in,you write yo feelings and thoughts,you feel you got some of your stress off of your chest,the next day,your theacher takes on a trip,she took you to see the history of savery,like the time of hitler in germeny and the wall of brilin and also the fight of race in america,you say man they had it hard then me,so many life lost,so my souls thorcherd,one of of your class mates comes out and says may i read something in my diray the thecher alows him to do so,what he said thoched every ones heart even yours,talkin about how his mom told him therir homeless but deep in his heart his class is his home,you and the class cried and hug him,after all of the things you have just witnessed you throw away your gun and you go to your mom tell her you love her and say your sorry you left her,she gives you her store bags and you carry em for her to show her how much you mean to her,a woman that have been hert by her man for a million times has the right to break away from the pain she sufferd,so when you in the cort dont stick up for him tell the truth cuz it will set you free,in one day you will find another to love and breed with.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 23, 2012 ⏰

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