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Creative Writing

East Los Angeles Renaissance Academy

Poem: I hope to see my city rise

I dream to see my city rise having its cants turn into cans knowing that love has not yet died and having hope for those alive. I hope to see my city rise, knowing the disadvantages are nothing compared to the advantages waiting to arrive. I smell the churros coming from the churro guy trying…
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Jisselle Pimentel

November 16, 2017

I dream to see my city rise having its cants turn into cans

knowing that love has not yet died and having hope for those alive.

I hope to see my city rise, knowing the disadvantages are nothing

compared to the advantages waiting to arrive.

I smell the churros coming from the churro guy trying to sell all

throughout First Street having its sweet sugary scent making

you feel regret letting the churros go out of sight and out of mind.

I want to see my city rise knowing that we can be the change in

every good there is too come. I will see my city rise.

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

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I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...