IAM FROM MEXICO
the city of the Mexicans
where soccer runs my soul
now I'm from OAKLAND
where I grew up with my people by my side and have my back
I am from a family that goes through thick and thin to the day we die
I am from a grandma who has Mexican pride
mexican blood is her mind
Friday, October 29, 2010
DEAD OF THE DEAD POEM
I MISS YOU BLACKY
YOU WERE MY BEST PET
I CLEAN YOU AND FEED YOU
I KNOW THAT WEE DIDNT GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WELL.
IAM SORRY I LET THE GATE OPEN FOR YOU TO ESCAPE.
and for some1 for shooting you
we will never forget you
you will always be in my heart.
YOU WERE MY BEST PET
I CLEAN YOU AND FEED YOU
I KNOW THAT WEE DIDNT GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WELL.
IAM SORRY I LET THE GATE OPEN FOR YOU TO ESCAPE.
and for some1 for shooting you
we will never forget you
you will always be in my heart.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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