Lunch

Okay so at my school every one has a lunch table. People usually pick their table during the first week of school. My table is actually the remnants of my original lunch table from freshmen year. My table has yet to have a normal conversation in all this time. We yesterday's conversation was more on the normal side. It consisted of my friend talking about how love rely doesn't exist until your out of your teens. This rely seemed like a girl conversation, but only the guys at the table were arguing about it. It was rely weird. I mean when did wrestlers start arguing over love.

Memoirs Of A Mutt

I just woke up to a two hour delay and toke a shower. This poem came to me whenI started thinking of all the people I've grown up with over the years and I just wanted to write how I have an answer for them after all this time.

Memoirs Of A Mutt

People always say don't marry outside your race

But to which do I belong?

They say stay to your own side of the tracks

But to which do I belong?

They tell me that it is a lie to claim one thing

For this I have an answer.

Never make me chose

I am America, a melting pot

I am proud to be black

I am pleased to be white

I am Happy to be Native

I am America