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Poem: My vision of L.A

Poem: My vision of L.A

I love L.A. I love L.A. because of its culture I love L.A. because it gave us Motley Crew, N.W.A, Metallica, and The Doors Even though L.A. has drugs, murders, unaffordable housing, and violent gangs I still love L.A. with a burning passion L.A. is my home I want a...

Poem: I hope to see my city rise

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...

Poem: The city of freedom

Poem: The city of freedom

This is L.A. The city of great people laughing everyday My city a place of freedom Walking through parks hearing the churro guy Going to pools in summer hearing other people playing Marco polo Having the temptation as well to play Marco polo My city of where everyday...

Poem: Heater, hot dogs, and baseball

Poem: Heater, hot dogs, and baseball

I remember that time I was playing baseball, someone threw me a fastball, I hit a bomb. A man called the hit weak, he was up to bat and I gave him my heat, and in my head I told him, go take a seat. I felt sweat run down my neck. Take a breath of the fresh air, You...

Poem: East Los

Poem: East Los

East Los Where you can find a street vendor in every corner East Los Where no one feels like a, foreigner East Los Where low riders cruise around bumpin' oldies East Los Where walls are filled with wild colors and masterpieces East Los Where nights are filled with...

Poem: East L.A. has opportunities for everyone

Poem: East L.A. has opportunities for everyone

East L.A. has opportunities for everyone   The city I live in is always active and has gangs It has nice people who will always be willing to help anyone, some people will also want to cause people any type of harm   Even though East L.A. is known as a not...

Poem: This is my city, this is L.A.

Poem: This is my city, this is L.A.

I remember the dazzling lights in the cold chilly night The gleams of white and yellow lights bellow the tippy top of hazard hill You can smell the sweet scent of churros when the flamboyant street vendor goes by You can smell the rich history of the buildings as you...

Poem: The place an immigrant loves

Poem: The place an immigrant loves

East L.A is the place I grew up in The place to make dreams become a reality The place where I can prove those wrong who’ve doubted me The place where there’s more than just “immigrants stealing others jobs” The place my parents brought me to have a better life and...

Poem: L.A Fireflies

Poem: L.A Fireflies

L.A city looks magnificent from the sky Houses, buildings and skyscrapers look like fireflies during night   It’s cold, palms dancing along with people walking down the heart of the City of Angels   Under the moonlight I see my city alive Nothing could look...

Poem: Los Angeles is my city

Poem: Los Angeles is my city

I want a city so memorable as something I'd remember if I were to go. I know many people love L.A. and everything surrounding it I KNOW My dream of this city is not something I would just want to throw Because of who I am and what I do, I only have L.A. to owe I have...