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The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight.
And let that page come out of you-
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it is that simple?
I am fourteen, caucasion, born in Omaha, Nebraska.
I go to school there, first Lewis and Clark, now here
to this high school on the street above Holy Cross.
I am one of many caucasion students in my class.
The street down from Holy Cross leads to Saddle Creek,
turn right, onto Saddle Creek, then I turn left onto Leavenworth,
Fiftieth Street, Fiftieth Avenue and I come to my street
Turn right, go to my house, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at fourteen, my age. But, I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Omaha, I hear you
hear you, hear me-we two-you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear Council Bluffs, too) Me-who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, dance and talk on the phone.
I like to babysit, read, swim and understand life.
I like a shirt for a Christmas present,
or c.d.'s-Alanis, alternative or Archees.
I guess being fourteen doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are a different age.
So will my page also be fourteen that I write?
Being me, it will be
a part of you, teacher.
You are older-
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
Be we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me-
although you're older-more mature-
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English 9.