My heart flew to heaven

I recall on a very hot and humid day sitting down in our over packed bungalows waiting for our assignment.Our agenda was set up on the huge green chalk board.In Our English class we did alot of poetry and reading.Our teacher Ms.Ramzi told us,"Today we will be analyzing this Indian poem with an anonymous writer." I took the poem and read it.


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

As I began to read it I automatically became sadden.I had lost my cousin 6 months before reading the poem.It was still tragic to me and I just couldn't see my life without my elder cousin.I read the poem again and read it with feeling and compassion.I wanted to cry but,I didn't want to make a big scene.My teacher told us close our eyes think of someone who has past and listen to her read the poem out loud. Every word and every line made my imagery go wild.Its been 6 years today since my cousin past away and I still cry.I know he is indeed in a better place But, I wish the better place would have been here with me.This poem has made me view my cousin's death in a positive perspective.I know he watches over me everyday faithfully.


RIP.GREGORY RUSSELL GAROY...WE STILL MISS YOU....

My Obama

On November 4th I will be voting for Mr.Barack Obama.My reason for voting for him is far beyond the fact that we are the same race.Personally,I get a good vibe from Obama when he speaks.He has a charm,a glow and perfect smile everytime he does his speechs.His intellengence makes him sparkle.With him making history as the First Black President,this should motivate us all.When he beat Hillary Clinton it was very overwhelming.Their is hope.For those who didn't register to vote, its never to late to pray.Obama will be a miracle we've all been waiting for.Let's not rest our problems on his shoulders.He is not a magician all problems will not disapper but they can get better.

This indeed will test us as a whole.I believe our communities,households,children etc...will all have to become one.He is only one man.It is only so much he can do.This has been the first time that I actually paid attention to anything political.No matter how many bad remarks John Mccain says about Obama he continues and shows no worries.Wouldn't life be so much easier if we all didn't worry about what others say about us?Im so anxious I'm like a little kid at Disneyland.I don't want to wait in line I just want to put in my vote.LETS BARACK THE VOTES...VOTE OBAMA.

Friendship

Every since high school I had huge problems with females.I never took the time to understand was it me or was it really just them.Letting go of a friendship sadly to say comes easy.Growing up in a rough neighborhood like mine you can't trust no one.So I stick with what I've learned and continued my life without many friends.Us people have this thing called fake.In my eyes everyone is fake.Your mom talks about you to your aunties and uncles behind your back.Isn't that fake?Your boyfriend talk about you to his friends thats counterfiet? and so on.Girls are known to backstab,lie and possible try to steal your man!I'm not saying every female have those characteristics but,Every girl I know can tell you a story about a girl that has betrayed them.

But in September 2000 I met this girl that was so similar to me it was crazy.We automatically clicked and were bestfriends since middle school.We've been friends for almost 9 years.Yes,their were times we couldn't stand eachother.We argued,fought,cussed eachother out but regardless she always was there for me.I love my bestfriend to death and I can honestly say she has a very pure heart.She was there for me when my cousin died and for every other occasion.We watched eachother grow up into beautiful young ladies.If I can't get along with no one else I wouldn't care because my true bestfriend is all I need.







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I love my heritage

I love my heratige it's nothing like it. The people,language,coral reef,food, music,pride and tradition.I am a Belizean-American.Belize is located in Central America. Its capitol is Belmopan. In my family we have a mixture of different types of Belizeans we have Garifuna's which are people with a mixture of African,Indian and Carib, Creole is a mixture of English and African(black),Mopan which is Maya Indian.Our language is different and not to hard to learn. We speak Kriol(Creole) which is said to be broken English.For instants we say Weh di go ann? meaning Whats up? Or Gud mannin' meaning Good Morning. English was of course my first language but Kriol never came second,It followed right behind.Its said to be, Creole is largely based on English, although it does include words from various African languages as well.Fact is Belize has the second largest Coral Reef in the world! It is located next to Great Barrier Reef in Australia.It has a beautiful and unforgettable sight.

Everyone that taste Belizean food enjoys it.A tipical Breakfast would be eggs,refried beans and johnny cake,fry jack or hand made tortilla. Johnny cake is round like a biscut and made out of flour,cut in half and buttered inbetween.Fry cake is similar just deeped fried and no butter.Their are many dishes that are delicious.It's a known fact that Mexican food have an influence on some of Belizean dishes.I love my culutre.

Another Teenage Statistic

My Life, it never been easy. I guess it wasn't destined to be but, what would life be like if it wasn't challenging? I made choices in life that may have not been the best to those who critique me. I was 17 years old when I found out that I was 2 months pregnant. I hide my pregnancy until I was 5 months. I do not agree with abortions so aborting my baby was not a option. Who am I to kill a blessing from God? It wasn't a matter of what my parents would think or say but how everyone else would react.Yes indeed my Mother kicked me out of her house. I stayed with my son's Father, Being away from my family was ultimately hard. Days went by and they didn't get easier. I remember one day my Baby's Father and I was going into Target and this older lady told me,"You should be ashamed of yourself." I looked at her deviously pulled my Baby Daddy arm and continued walking. Feeling hurt from what she had said I started to consider,Should I be ashamed?. I was hurt,embarressed and began questioning myself.

Continuing High School seemed like the impossible. I wanted to quit and just go back after having my son. But, the love ones around me wouldn't allow me to do such a foolish thing. I continued going to school and adult school. I busted my butt to make up credits and doing extra work. My son was due June 23rd which was 6 days before my high school graduation. Graduation came closer and he still wasn't budging. I walked the stage 9 months pregnant with my head high in the sky and proud of my accomplishments. My son Martin Breyon Gregory Johnson came 6 days later on July 6th, 7:02 in the morning, 7 pounds and 10 ounces. Months went past and I still didn't speak to my mother. It killed me to know she didn't only deny me but, she denied her grandson. Weeks went past and she called, I went back home and still until this day 2 years later she still holds it against me. When she gets upset she never fails to call me just another teen statistic. I thought so negative of myself and myself esteem was below zero.I graduated from high school and Everest College as a Licensed Pharmacy Technician. Making it in life is nothing but a option and if no one else is proud of me.I can say I'm proud of me. With a great attitude and mind I have excepted my decisions and enjoy my choices. Regardless of who likes it or not. I must say hell yeah I like the life I live because I went from negative to positive and its all good. (Notorious B.I.G-Juicy)

My H00d

I live in a neighborhood where gang tagging is like decoration and littering is okay I guess? Where the train passes and make all that noise. Bums get mad because you can't spare a dollar, teenage moms standing at the bus stop with a baby on one hip and a over sized baby bag hanging from the other arm,police up and down up and down the damn streets but never caught the killer of that 7 year old baby girl but, their so worried about a brother or sister who is barely making ends meet and give him a fix it ticket for a broke light he tried to fix but the money didn't add up right. Or how about the crack heads walking up and down the street prostituting so they can intoxicate themselves with that mess. Maybe the 9 year old big little sister walking home her 6 and 4 year old younger siblings because her mom have two jobs,go to school part time and their daddy, he don't exist to them. How about my next door neighbor hanging out with his friends on his birthday in front of his house and he got shoot in his knee? The liquor store on the corner got burnt down I asked the owner what happened he said, "I'm so fed up with this s*^!",I stay where your own black people snickering and whispering about you when you walk in the nail shop, Yeah I live there were all these things and more take place but what I can say is I'm grateful for my guardian angels protecting and watching over me with all their might. I'm grateful for ever breath I take,every morning I wake up. Every night I pray that my neighborhood change so my son,nieces and nephews can play after the street lights come on. Even though it may seem as if I portrayed my neighborhood in all negative ways it is all still reality. I may have described a neighborhood of your own. Rather or not what I've just stated is many reasons why our youths are leading down the wrong road. How could you wake up every morning and walk to that bus stop or corner store visualizing the images I just painted and think happy thoughts? How should or young men feel when they can't walk down one of the Avenues without getting harassed? All the cons out weighed the pros and that's why the negative things stood out. But I been in my neighborhood for 16 years so I guess I got use to the gang tagging,the shooting, police sirens going off at all times of day and night, and having to watch your back. Like Tupac said, "I guess Somethings will never CHANGE".

my first day

Being fresh meat on campus seemed very overwhelming,just the idea of being at the bottom of the barrel all over again was painful. I was so excited to leave Middle school I just didn't know what to do with myself. Even though I knew my neighborhood friends and I were going to Crenshaw together it didn't affect me because I had alot of friends already. Well my Mother intentions were different. It all happened like this.My elder brother and sister attended Palisades and graduated from there so my mummy expected the same from me. My brother was the point guard for Palisades basketball team. One day after one of his games he got off the bus in front of Crenshaw High and was robbed for his tennis shoes at gun point. So my intentions on going to Crenshaw was over.

My mummy enrolled me into Palisades. I knew alot of people already attending and associates from middle school. I was not at all excited to go because I would have to take this long stupid bus ride every single day. I will never forget my first day I had on a white and blue DKNY shirt on with some blue DKNY jeans my hair was corn rowed up into a side ponytail with beads clicking and clacking on the ends, and of course my fresh white and blue DKNY tennis shoes. Now this is the forgettable part, Imagine standing at the bus stop 6:30 in the morning on your first day of High School, thinking you the finest thing on the block with no jacket or sweater on waiting for the bus to take you to the Palisades which would be so much colder.

I was angry,upset and ready to turn around and walk home. The bus came and as I walked on I really began to realize how much I disdain this whole big yellow school bus. People moved over their backpacks as if their seat was taking up, some laid in the seat and some just looked at you like I wish you would sit next to me. I found myself sitting way in the back which wasn't a problem with me because everyone had their morning attitude going already. Well everyone was probably feeling like me. So as soon as I sat in the back i pulled out my CD player and tried to tune everyone else out.

We were almost their about 10 minutes away we had exited off the PCH high way and were close to the Santa Monica Pier. All of a sudden it was a wift of a disgusting fishy smell. Now just imagine that smell every morning for 4 years. That was not adjustable. Finally, we got off the bus and walked about a half mile to get to the entrance of school. I seen everyone scattering off to buy one of them over cooked cookies or looking for their classes. I was just totally lost. Finally, I spotted my best friend Brandia I was so over joyed she complemented me on my hair and we were off looking for our classes. I found my fist class and it actually went well. Time flew by and before I knew it it was lunch time. I automatically seen the seniors with the seniors the juniors with the juniors and everyone below was in the quad area. I didn't know where to go. I heard my name being yelled out "Melisha,Melisha" I turned around and I recognized the face and yelled out "Was up KeShaun". KeShaun was my neighbors older brother. I was filled with joy to see him. We conversed and he introduced me to all of his friends. Everything went perfect. Time went by so fast before I knew it it was time to get ready to get on the bus. As I was walking to my bus KeShaun asked me would I like a ride home of course I said Heck yeah with a big smile.

My day was over and I was on my way home. Days went by along with months and years. I became use to the fishy smell, friendships were made and broken, alot of issues arrived,some days felt long and dreadful,some days I ditched,Some were fun,sad,joyful,painful and much more. To this day I thank my mummy for enrolling me into Palisades for I knew I wouldn't last a week in Crenshaw. Palisades become alright better than alright it was awesome. I still miss it till this day its nothing like High school period. My first day until my last day was all pleasent now that I think back about it because their will never be anything like it again. Oh did I forget to say I graduated on time with my class just like my mummy wanted me to. Class of 0666666666'. =)