Portfolio

This is a portfolio of my best work so far this year in seventh grade.

Deep

The ocean, my ocean a giant mass of greatness, mine.  I think these words as I step onto the patio in our new house.  It's right on the Pacific, with no neighbors for over a mile.  Peace, serenity, quiet.  It's perfect.  The house is not large, it's only one story and two bedrooms.  Though the location is everything.  I walk into my room.  It's the color of the ocean, dark, deep blue.  I fall back on to my bed.  My eyes close.  I relax for what seems like days, but it wasn't, it was about fifteen minutes.  My mother calls me down for dinner, she baked up fresh fish from the ocean, our ocean.  None of us can talk. We're not mad, but we just want to eat the delicious meal, close our eyes, and picture the rest of our lives.  Together, as a family.

The Dancing Streets ll

(Go to older posts to read the first Dancing Streets)

Do you get it now? Experiences can last forever. I saw those kids, those hundreds of kids, dancing. Doing moves that I've never even seen before. When I left that driveway, I knew I could never forget it. When I got home, I told my wife and kids about the streets and they didn't believe me. So guess what I did. We took a vacation to the Dancing Streets. They did a few double takes and I heard a few gasps, but now they believe. What, you may think. Well, they now believe anythings possible. These streets are like God. They're amazing though we never see them, we just have to have faith that people still love. With no wars or fights, or hating or racism. Just love. The kids dancing on the streets that night were family to each other. They weren't blood family, they were just one crowd of people together loving each other. And last time I checked, that meant family.

Soon

Soon
Soon things will happen
Soon your dreams will come true
Soon world peace will come
Soon the war will be over
Soon you'll find true love
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon your dreams will be destroyed
Soon any chance of peace will be gone
Soon the war will get worse
Soon you'll be hated
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon the songs will make sense
Soon you'll save a life
Soon your family will love again
Soon things will go your way
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be lost
Soon you will kill
Soon your family will hate
Soon things won't come around
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be young again
Soon you can live
Soon you'll get excited
Soon you'll be enhanced
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll get old
Soon you will die
Soon you'll be bored
Soon you'll wear away
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be rich
Soon you'll have knowledge
Soon you will breathe fresher air
Soon you'll relax
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be poor
Soon you won't know anything
Soon you'll breathe city air
Soon you'll get tense
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..

The Dancing Streets

-Inspiration for this story- "Step-Up 2, The Streets"

It's 1997. You don't know where you are. You hear music, loud music. I'm lost, you think. You're in downtown Atlanta, an unfamiliar area at twelve thirty in the morning. It's pitch black.In your head you think that if you find the music, you can ask somebody how to get out of here.Suddenly, the music gets louder.So loud, even in your car, you have to plug your ears.You see people. Lots of them. They're all in the streets, dancing. It's the coolest thing you've ever seen.So many people coming together, dancing. Your mind goes wild, you think it's a competition, which it is not, but you wouldn't get it. All the people are just dancing in the streets. Not because they have to for practice or anything, they're naturally gifted.They're doing it because they're expressing themselves. This is just a normal day in the neighborhood for these kids. There must be a hundred of them, just dancing. None of them doing the same thing.You think it's a party, it's not. The people are just chilling with they're friends. One of them comes up to your car, you think about driving away, but you don't your just to hypnotized. The boy asks you what you want. You tell him you need directions, the boy was nice, he said they're not bad kids, just bored ones doing what they do everyday after school. He tells you the way out. But you hang around for a while watching them. Once you finally drive away you won't forget, it's thirteen years later, and you still remember perfectly.

Word- Happen

Things happen in life you may not want. You do things you regret. Everyday goes by and something happens. You fail. You lose. You feel destroyed. You can't take. No one gets it. In your mind you think you shouldn't have to explain it, but you want to talk. To someone, anyone that will listen. You hear in your heart to tell a friend or your parents, but no they don't get it. They just wouldn't understand. Everyone laughs and laughs. At you. Tell a principal you get bullied. The girls say they won't go out with you. Guys yell at you for even asking to play football. I am alone. You always think. Your mind goes wild. Like a rainforest. Tears rush down your face. You cry in a small corner of your room. Plain as jail because your parents even hate you. What's wrong with me? I'm so nice. I'm never mean. Help me lord. I don't want to be praised. Just loved by my peers, by my parents, by anyone. I've been living in a jail cell. For seventeen years, I've gone through this. It's been long enough. Every night I pray for an answer. The next I found out. I can't believe it. That's it? Why do they hate me for that? So I'm black. I didn't think it mattered. My parents adopted me because I thought they liked me. I guess not. They needed someone to bask in their glory. Pathetic. All these years I'd thought that I did something wrong or that I had been mean to someone, but no, I was black. That was it. Now I don't need someone to talk to. I can be my own person. I don't have to try and change for others to like me, because it won't change their minds, just make me feel worse. Now I can at least know that and be able to live my own life. With no one else's permission. Just what I think. Who needs parents. Or friends. I can make new ones. Just one more year and I can go to college and make new friends. Black friends. Who will love me, who will treat me with respect and who will realize that I am worth more than a slab of dirt. I can see it now that people won't change. And that I will find that one person to talk to. That one person that will understand me! I don't need to change. Here I come world, with open eyes and open ears. Sure, don't let me play football. See if I care. Here I come!