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Pepto

by

Edward J. Portillo

I take a drink and I feel it make a coat,
all the way down my throat,
Then it enters my stomach and settles it down,
and turns my frown upside down,
Because when my stomach is feeling down and dismal,
I take a swig of good ol' Peto Bismol,
I like the taste the way it feels,
I usually take it after meals,
When I feel an upset stomach comming I reach for it so,
I can take a big swig of peto bismol,
Thanks pink stuff for all you've done,
In my book your number one.

Y2K

by

Edward J. Portillo

The year 2G,
Oh how great for me,
We might move away,
So why should I go to school today?
Because the world might end,
But what about my friends?
Could this be true?
Or is my Dad acting like a fool?
Should I care?
Will I be left in despair?
Hopefully not son,
I'm going to have to trust God on this one.

Spanish Dialect

by

Edward J. Portillo

Que Pasa- whats up?
Donde esta la Bano~- where is the Bathroom?
Mom says I'll get a better job if I know it,
Grandma says I should learn it because I am Hispanic,
Yet I am as white as they come,
I wasn't raised in East L.A,
I did not have ice cream trucks come by my house everyday,
Yet I'm Hispanic and know not my native tounge,
I didn't learn it when I was young,
But do I really want to know the language of Spanish,
I do not want to be assoicated with the Rasa Movement,
Because some Hispanics are sterotyped,
And I don't want that to be me,
Maybe I will learn the language and not be assoicate with that chicano sect,
and learn the Spanish dialect.

Stupid

by

Edward J. Portillo

I was given the opportunity,

To say something intellignt,
Intead I said something irrelevant,

I should have gone with the smart answer,
But I motioned for the funny repy,

That made me look stupid,

The room was silent,

waiting on what I would say,
when I was called upon,
After I said the stupid thing I felt like I was the only one,

Lauging at myself,

No one else thought it was funny,

I made a mistake but I soon will forget,

But what I said I regret,

I wish I could turn back the clock,

Or everyones mind I would block,

Things like this happen almost everyday,
All I need to do is think about what I will say.

Friends

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Edward J. Portillo

Friends are good,
Friends are neat,
Those are the people you want to meet,
People that don't laugh at you whne you have a big pimple on your face,
People that are always with you, on the same pace,
Friends that hang out for awhile,
Friends that are unique with their own style,
Sometimes you need them to laugh and cry,
Sometimes you need them to get that thing out of you eye,
But one thing is for sure fellow,
A friend will always greet you with a hello.

Summer daze

by

Edward J. Portillo

My brain is fried,
because of watching T.V all day and being inside,
Doing nothing in particular,
Traveling up and down my stairs from T.V to the computer,
I enjoy my summer days,
I'm not outside to catch any rays,
I go to sleep late and wake up late as well,
Summer so far has been pretty swell,
and swank,
my house feels like a big fish tank,
Because I've been here all day in my summer daze,
My eyes are getting weak,
Because i use them more then to speak,
I can't get enough of these summer days.

From the pit of hell

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Edward J. Portillo

I open the pit of fire and ash,
It spews out venomous poision,
It leaps out and invades your sense of smell,
It seeps through as it builds up it's strength,
each time I open my mouth,
You can detect it from a far,
and it causes social death,
looks like I have a case of bad breath.

The Last Swing

by

Edward J. Portillo

You beat me down,
My body parts are left on the ground,
You don't care about me,
carless as can be,
This is an injustice!
This cannot stand!
Yet you hold tightly to the bat in your hand,
I innocently take it,
since their is nothing that I can do,
I'm tied up on a tree,
which part will fly off frist my head or knee?
Where will you find me after the bash?
my carcass will be thrown out in the trash,
Is their any hope?
Do I have anything to look forward to?
Kids see my as an early violence tool,
You take your aggression out on me,
Little by little my papermache body comes apart,
and what comes out of me is what you really want,
I curse the day,
that Mexicans thought of having pinta's on Birthdays!

The youth of tommrow

by

Edward J. Portillo

Media has gotten us down,
They've turned our thinking all around,
Telling us that we are insignificant,
But we are not,
We look around us and find the negative,
and thrive on that,
Why must we think that we can't make a diffrence,
Why can't we choose positivety as our prefrence,
We are the youth of tommrow,
our voice matters,
What we do now will affect us later,
let's not let the media and word of mouth leave us confused,
instead our minds should be fused,
We are the youth of tommrow,
Let of voice be heard!