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Creative Writing

East Los Angeles Renaissance Academy

Poem: Town I live in

The town I live in Tells many different tales. There is the working class, which of course never fails Carrying their lunch boxes to work, Leaving from their home with the biggest grin Only to come home very tired With a kind of angry smirk. They pass the crowded walls Which are full of tagging…
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daniel zapien

December 8, 2017

The town I live in

Tells many different tales.

There is the working class, which of course never fails

Carrying their lunch boxes to work,

Leaving from their home with the biggest grin

Only to come home very tired

With a kind of angry smirk.

They pass the crowded walls

Which are full of tagging

That seems like its life.

The writers running through trash filled allies.

What you thought I was going to rhyme with life?

Hell no out here in the streets, it’s crazy.

People walking down the streets with eyes kind of hazy.

That’s is the town I live in.

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...