fighting is life

Fighting is life

Fighting is fun, it's hard and soft ,

it's intense and light ,

and you can’t be afraid of your opponent’s fast lightning strikes.

What makes you strong is

dedication and need

and how much you want to achieve your dream.

train to get fast,

train to get strong,

train to perfect what you are doing wrong

When you fight you use your mind

and body at the same time.

It's your choice to do wrong or right,

strength is shown when you don’t give up not when you carry a lot of weight

or can push a large big rock.

Courage is shown when you fight people big, small or tall,

regardless of their age regardless of their strength,regardless of their fame

or even if you're in pain.

Honor is shown even if you lose or win,

because you gave your best and you took it like a test- `

fighting until the end,

And the best man still stand.

It doesn't matter if you're a beginner or well trained.

Never show fear, never show pain.

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My life is cancer

I am from snaky neighbor's, salty gossip , slimy haters

noisy trees, and corner fights

Jumping fences and running all night

getting in trouble for trespassing

and staying up until morning

I am from

if I whisper something under my breath

I’m gonna get smacked

from fighting older kids till

I get tough  

getting yelled at for doing something wrong

and getting taught how to not let myself

get punked on

I have

good parents

Who taught me well

and educated me good

I am from respecting your mother like if shes god

sleepless nights

and seeking love till I can call someone mine

good laughs and tight hugs

not going home till it’s midnight

but studying till I get it right

I am from wanting to succeed

I am from anger and jealousy

learning from my mistakes ,

from my stupidity

and my regrets

Yet I come from a place

where you have to build walls

so you won’t get hurt

Now I am from fighting back and not let someone get to me

Invisible Me

I am from a place where

Dreams are battered, never to be completed

the hopes of those who are

poor and work just to stay alive

for their families are great

but few of them can continue

day in day out families leave losing

most of their friendships and their

once bright future.

Our home I was born and raised in

I slowly started to see

my friends disappear

Into the shadows of greed

I could not see

For even my family fell for it

Pushed out our own home

lost in a world we can’t see

breaking apart where my name was nothing but

I can only see a crimson red knife pierced through the dreams

Of what others once saw in themselves

Now being

Broken apart

As I see it all fall down

Always Pedaling

I slow down and notice everything when I bike a new road

I notice all of the new bumps

All of the speed limits

I start to notice all of the traffic or no traffic

I know when it is that i have to slow down before there’s a turn

I start to listen to everything

Listen to the traffic and people

How rough the road is

How many potholes and rocks there are

so next time i come i’m more aware.

I wonder if i can listen to music while riding here.

Racing on the streets is like nothing else

Going into a road at 30 mph and

Not knowing if cars can see you

Knowing you could get hit and killed

Is maybe one of the calmest feelings at that moment.

Nothing else matters when you're on that saddle with somebody else sharing that connection of speed and adrenaline.

At least here we get a chance to see where we’re going.

We know where to slow down and be cautious

We are able to stop ourselves before we make mistakes.

To a great loving father

To a Great Loving Father.

Without you,

I am a car without wheels.

Without you,

I am a fish without water.

You always raise me up,

never letting me touch the ground.

You make me feel loved.

I remember years ago

your strong shoulders carrying me

on summer nights.

I remember

your big warm jacket,

Like the blanket I pulled up to my nose on rainy nights.

You have always sacrificed your free time and work time,

but never stingy to spend your time on me.

I remember the beard on your face,

The grey hair starts to grow all over your head.

Now that I don’t live with you anymore.

Your words has always being in my head.

You have always given me support,

You helped me learn how to be a better man.

always there when I need you.

With you,

I can swim to my future.

My name

My name

My name

is that of a precious gem,

red as blood

and bright as a star.

It shines in the night’s sky

and hides in the day.

These are my stars and stripes

But that is not all of me.

My mother’s name is Cecilia

I am like Cecilia when I sway my hips from side to side

as I walk in her footsteps.

My tongue moves in the sound of my mother's voice

as it copies her words.

Her name reaches across

warm tamales and Subway sandwiches

She is more than I can hold between my arms.

My love for her can expand to the heavens and never end.

It is like the never ending line of numbers,

Her name adds

to my stars and stripes.

It shares the beauty

as mother and daughter do in reflection.

The beauty between the two is indescribable,

like the heavens and a rainbow

.

At school,

I am seen as red, white, and blue.

At home I am

spirited, strong, happy

warm

like tamales trickling with tangy Chile Verde

And that is still not all of me .

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I am Felipe from

a quiet neighborhood with many homes and one apartment building awkwardly misplaced

To moving to a louder area with more apartments

I went from living right next to my school

To having to take a bus to go to my new school

from having best friends as neighbors  

To having neighbors I don’t even make eye contact with

I am from Birthday Parties with all my friends

To just a cake and family

from sleeping at night without fear

To having to lock my doors

From parks with an isolated groups of people

to different ethnicities interacting with each other

I went from a quiet shy kid

To becoming more outgoing

I am from Mountain View

Notebook

A small notebook and a pen is all I need.

It is small but has a lot of pages I can use and already used

My pen writes in black and helps me think while I grab it

When I open my notebook, the first pages are full of drawings

That I made a year ago

It brings up memories, that’s why I like looking at it

When I grab it, It feels light and kind of small

When I turn the page, it’s very light and I can start to draw

I grab my pen which feels a bit cold

I look at my page, a blank space is covering it all

While I  look at it, I have a lot of ideas in my head

I love to draw

So the moment I grab my pen

I start drawing what’s in my head or whatever comes up.

Sometimes when you turn the pages a bit too fast,

You can be able to smell the pages scent

An organic scent, I could say.

When I draw I feel like I can create my own world

My own place for my people, my world

When I draw I feel happy.

This time is for only me.

Mountain View- Ricardo Mendoza

Mountain View

I am from streets packed

like a can of sardines,

Soaring building

that wrap around the world,

Two faced,

unpredictable weather.

A view in the distance marking us mountain view.

I am from eating donuts

in the mornings,

my brother and I

ballin in monopoly,

having Sunday BBQ

I am from staying up late

at friends house, Yelling yeet

out of my car at people ,

Skateboarding

when the sun is laying to rest,

fixing and breaking things

just for the fun of it,

this is me i am Ricardo Mendoza

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Amando.c

Feelings:

I don’t know what love is

I was curious on what it was

All I knew was two people hanging out kissing each other

And a group of family hanging out and having fun together.

I have a family that talks to me

That supports me

And cares about me.

But I never really felt the love in me

Until I saw this beautiful blonde girl in front of me

She had straight hair, blue eyes and tall legs

And it appealed goddess of Athena to me.

I was so excited my heart dropped as a roller coaster

And I started thinking more than I ever thinked in class.

Then red roses started lighting up in my head and I said “ I got it”

I ran fast as a cheetah to the dollar store

To get red beautiful roses with a magnificent smell.

I got home thinking what to say to this beautiful girl

The next day was the day of my life

Everything was perfect as it is

I was nervous thinking what to say to her

So I went and follow her from the back

Tap her softly at her shoulder and said

“Can you go out wit me”

She said “No”

I felt sad there was darkness inside me

Then I went home told my father

“I came up with thinking with all ideas and she still didn’t accept me”

Then my Father told me

“ Son, love does not come from the mind, it comes from your heart”