Sara's story for English 102
My professor told me,
To go home and blog
a poem tonight.
And let it express who I am, make it personal, positive, and possible
Then it will become a reality.
I don't think it's that simple. But here I go..
I'm eighteen and I was born in Brooklyn
It's where I attended school for the first few years of my life.
I've been to school hear and there, everywhere
From the 5 burrows to different parts of Long Island
I am reminiscing about my childhood as I sit in my living room and blog this poem.
Playing in parks and sitting on swings
blog-Brooklyn birth became basic beginning of my life and now here I am, in college
Wow childhood just flew by so fast
I like succeeding at anything I take on, sometimes striving for success
I like helping people and hanging out with friends
And on a day like this, I like being at the beach soaking in the sun and feeling the fresh breeze
I still don't know where I'm going, but I know where I came from
So my story is yet to be continued..
This is my Story for English 102
"We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line." -Langston Hughes
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