Assignment 3 Poem 2

Tears of Joy

Now here we are
We let out all of our joy
They put us into shock

Now hear we that beat
We let the tears just roll
They watch as we scream out to them

Now here they’ve gone
We jump-up and down to the beat
They come out singing

Now hear this song
We sing it back
They jump and run basking in the glory

Now here it is as it comes to an end
We clap and cream
They are living in a dream

Now here we all are
We and They waiting for another day
To listen and play

Assignment 3 Poem 1

Sweetness

He is the sweet, soulful, smooth, slick, still, and skilled running back.
A surprised filled, screaming sudden and spectacular runner.
A sound, swift, strong, and puzzling man.
They call him Sweetness,

A stunning, sophisticated, scrumptious, splendid, and unrepeatable NFL RB.
From Chicago to L.A. he was a serene super stud.
A Shaky, snappy, spirit full, enjoying the savor of victory.
They call him Sweetness.

A superhuman, siren, unsubstantial, and stable runner.
His moves collective, soulful, and supernatural.
A phenomenon.
A sinew, sticking, stupendous, sharp running back.
They call him Sweetness

He was miraculous.
A talented sticking running back
A humble and gifted superman.
He is Sweetness.

The first time I listened to the song Ghetto Gospel by: 2pac feat. Elton John, was about 3 years ago when i was sent the song by cousin because i had just become a huge 2pac fan . The song really caught my attention because of the meaning behind the lyrics. The song made me think about how it was written about +10 years ago and how relative all the problems 2pac talks about are still in our society even to this day. Especially these sections of the song really made my think about life.

"Ghetto Gospel"
(feat. Elton John)

......I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em

They tested, it was stressed that they under

In our days, things changed

Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange

And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts

.......if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me

it ain't about black or white, cause we're human

I hope we see the light before its ruined

my ghetto gospel

..........I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles

I make mistakes, I learn from everyone

And when its said and done

I bet this Brotha be a better one

If I'm upset, you don't stress

Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet

I feel his hand on my brain

When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang

Prompt:

1. Have you ever felt that the world (parents, teachers, elders, etc.) doesn't understand you or your ideas towards life or the way you like to do certain things? Describe that time and what you did.

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Why Hello my name is Eric

Interests: sports, music, Da U, LongHorns, NCAA football, NCAA Basketball, girls, NFL, lots of things interest me , and OHIO STATE FOOTBALL & BASKETBALL

When it comes to writing i really just love to write stories and comic books. Over the next four mouths i really have no idea what i really want to accomplish as of right now I'm leaning towards making a comic book, but I'm not to sure about it. Me Canst Reed...

Mike Winchell’s Diary

By: Eric Wangongu

August 10^th 1988

Dear Diary,

Two-a-days are coming up soon. I’ve been working hard on getting the playbook down with mama. Having her call out situations and asking me what every person on the field is doing. But this year it’s gonna be a lot different. The whole city only wants one thing from us and that’s for us to win state. Odessa, how I wanna leave this goddamn city so bad. But I can’t… I don’t have to heart to leave mama alone. She needs me just as much as I’ve needed her. Well’p I’m gonna head to bed, need to enjoy my lasts days of summer before hell (Texas heat mixed in with Texas football) that’s what hell is.

August 14^th 1988

Dear Diary,

Two-a-days started today, an’ lemme tell you’ll something it wasn’t easy. I can’t seem to do a goddamn thing right. But the only thing the couches want me to do hand the ball over to that cocky son-of-a-bitch Bobbie Miles. Bobbie the town hero… haha… this town is a damn joke. Bobbie is this, Bobbie can do that, Bobbie is gonna take us to state and win the game for us. Dumb founded city with dumb founded people. There are 10 other people on that damn field and not one of us is noticed only Bobbie Miles. What can I tell you Dairy… Bobbie is the MoJo in this town doesn’t matter if he’s stupider then a bag of rocks as long as he can play some damn good football. Then Bobbie can go to any school he wants to in the nation.

September 5^th 1988

Dear Diary,

Today we lost, not only did we lose the game but we lost Bobbie Miles to a knee injury. Adding to that fact I couldn’t do a damn things to help us win the game, not a damn thing. What Am I good for heading the ball of to the number one high school prospect? Why do I even play football anymore? Why did I waste the past ten years playin’ Pop-Warner... just to not be able to carry a team when they need me most. Wanna know something else I’m lost. I also don’t think mama is feeling well. And she wants me to leave this city so bad I think it starting to hurt her. But how can leave my mama… who will take care of her?

October 13^th 1988

Dear Diary,

We got a place in state after losing to Midland Lee Rebels. It came down to a coin toss. A coin toss decided who was going to go state. Can you believe that… but why I’m complaining about it we won. Now we just have to beat the rest of our opponents then we can fulfill what this damn town wants. Couch Gaines also came by to talk to me. I need his words to help me lead that team. He also told me that I need to let mama go, because I would miss my opportunity to leave this town. He also told me that she can take care of her self she’z not a lil kid. Now its just gonna be up to me, Ivory, Chavez, Billingsley, Comer, and Coach Gaines to step up and win state.

October 30^th 1988

Dear Diary,

We went to state. Made it through the quarter-finals, the semi-finals, and even played in state final. Dallas Carter…. Dallas damn-good Carter… I’ve never been hit so many times so hard. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many times at the end of the play I was laying of the grounded. How many cheap shots I took. No matter what I have to say I lost the game on the 1-yard line. I let the fans down, I let the City (Odessa) down, and even worse I let my teammates down. I lost the game for them on the one-yard line. ME! I lost the game for them, if only I could of take that one interception back. If only I could have thrown a better ball. If only I could have played better maybe we would be the one’s saying we are state champions. And maybe this town would become a better town to leave in. If only I scored that touchdown we would have won. If only I could have done something better….