My Neighborhood
In my neighborhood there are people
Of all kinds of races,
All of them passing by with those
Mean looking faces.
Most of them are joining in some
Kind of gang,
Thinking that the corner store is
The type of place to hang.
Hanging on the corner feeling
Everything's cool,
Most of them are drop outs
And some attend school.
A lot of boys who don't attend
School are selling drugs,
Sitting on the water hydrants looking
Like low life thugs.
Sometimes I wonder what will happen
When kids today grow up,
Living in the neighborhood having
Very little luck.
By Ronetta Walker, 17
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Feeling Different
Sitting in front of school
Looking around at all the faces
Some Black, Asian and Hispanic
Everyone with their culture
No Blacks with Asians
No Asians with Hispanics
No Hispanics with Blacks Everyone seperated.
Sitting wondering what's going on
Deciding to walk over to each group
Talking to the Black students feeling
Like I fit in, but was ignored.
Talking to the Asian students, I was
Feeling like if I was being stared at.
Talking to the Hispanics feeling
Like I was just invisible.
Was it that I was dressed weird?
Was it that they thought I just wanted to fit in?
Every bit of these experiences made me
Feel like I was different.
By Ronetta Walker, 17
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Me
I am a seventeen year old Black Girl
My skin is brown and smooth
Born in Oakland California
I go to Oakland High
The first high school in Oakland.
I live where the people are into
Doing and dealing drugs
Grew up around it all my life
In my house and on the streets.
I am moving into a whole different world
Where education comes first
Trying to live the life my parents never lived.
I am a Black Girl today, tomorrow and forever
And this will never change.
By Ronetta Walker, 17
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Stereotypes
Girl, he is good in basketball
Oh yeah, that man is Black.
Boy, she is good in soccer
Oh yeah, that woman is Mexican.
Girl, he is good at Math
Oh yeah, he must be Chinese.
Boy, she is good in English
Oh yeah, she must be White.
Oh, let the heavens open up and thrust enlightenment upon us
For too many of us must be brain-dead!!!
By Ronetta Walker, 17
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