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I’m black
Yes I’m proud to be black
I’m a young black African American Women
I’m smart and intelligent
Sometimes I doubt myself but I don’t let that take over me
I’m a student , a daughter and most of all a loving aunt
Who are you
Don’t let no one define you but
YOU !

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Twenty-three, floating around. I wasn't sure what I was doing, until recently.
I'm still not so sure. I'm working on it. Isn't
Everybody?
I came here, to Florida in the middle of standardized testing.
It set the tone for my first year in a
New place. Separated from my peers and unable to make friends.
(luckily I am a good test taker)
I adjusted. I made friends.
Close ones too!
I like to read, I like to draw, I like to play and learn and
Laugh.

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To Teach

How do you
choose one job

You have a whole life to only do one thing

will you be  something ordinary

or will you be something extraordinary

You spend your whole life in classrooms and it shapes what you want to be

A teacher is an extraordinary job

They are the reasons you become who you are

no matter your race, ethnicity, or sex

every comes across a teacher or mentor in their life that shapes them.

Teachers are extraordinary.

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I wonder if it’s that easy?I am twenty-two, born in Boston, Massachusetts.   I went to school there, then in Orlando, then there again, and here again   Then to this high school in a suburb in Winter Park,FL.   I feel like the only one of Brazilian descent in my class.   The steps from the halls lead down into the bus, which goes  through a park, then across Semoron,and down Hanging Moss Lane to Forsyth and now to Moss Grove Where I sit at a table and write this poem.It’s not easy to know what are the right choices to make for you or me   at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m figuring out howI feel and see and hear, Orlando, I hear you.hear you, here for you and you for me. Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.   I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.   I like anything for a Christmas present.I guess being Brazilin doesn’t make me not likethe same things other folks like who are from other countries.   So will my page be Latin, Hispanic or white that I write?   Being me, it will not be neither.But it will bea part of you, instructor and me Rebecca.That’s American.Sometimes perhaps I don’t want to be a part of me.   But now I’m proud (most of the time) that I’m Brazilian and can speak anotherLanguage. Some people may not like it but I think it’s important to knowanother language. This is my page for English B.

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I wonder if it’s that easy?I am twenty-two, born in Boston, Massachusetts.   I went to school there, then in Orlando, then there again, and here again   Then to this high school in a suburb in Winter Park,FL.   I feel like the only one of Brazilian descent in my class.   The steps from the halls lead down into the bus, which goes  through a park, then across Semoron,and down Hanging Moss Lane to Forsyth and now to Moss Grove Where I sit at a table and write this poem.It’s not easy to know what are the right choices to make for you or me   at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m figuring out howI feel and see and hear, Orlando, I hear you.hear you, here for you and you for me. Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.   I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.   I like anything for a Christmas present.I guess being Brazilin doesn’t make me not likethe same things other folks like who are from other countries.   So will my page be Latin, Hispanic or white that I write?   Being me, it will not be neither.But it will bea part of you, instructor and me Rebecca.That’s American.Sometimes perhaps I don’t want to be a part of me.   But now I’m proud (most of the time) that I’m Brazilian and can speak anotherLanguage. Some people may not like it but I think it’s important to knowanother language. This is my page for English B.

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I first moved away when I was only eight

From the place I grew up in, lost among the mountains and hearing the nearby rivers, being woken up by the loud singing of birds

The memories were kind of hazy

I erased a part of me for so long

Repressing this part of me to become one of them

“Say that word again! You talk funny!”

I struggled to understand, everything around me was unfamiliar

But I played along, we all crave that sense of acceptance

12 ears later I came back,

while hiking up a mountain one day, truly taking in the view of the city that raised me below, the sun shining down on the trees around me.

It hit me

Maybe that’s why I was at this constant war with myself

I don’t know what it was, maybe the stillness of the rose colored clouds or the wind against my skin awakened something in me that late afternoon

I had time to think

I needed to do better for myself, I couldn’t keep putting myself down

Suddenly I wasn’t ashamed anymore

While getting to know the stranger in the mirror again she said to me

You cant erase a part of you

to fit a role that nobody but you can impose on yourself

So who am I? I kept thinking to myself writing this, but I keep finding new answers everyday.

By
Celeste Aguinaga

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My English ain't perfect,
but hey man, I tried.
To learn from your culture,
while you looked down on mine.

It's crazy to think that we were "born equal",
Yet my brothers and sisters are labeled as evil.

We work the same jobs, the same hours, same days,
Yet somehow we're making the minimum wage.

We were brought to this country for the "American Dream",
But the Dream wasn't for you, if your skin wasn't "clean".

So I'll leave you with this, to think of tonight.
How many of your ancestors, were masters to mine?

-Christian Collazo

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I am me but who is me?

Me, hard worker

Me, always doubting myself

Me, over-thinker, and aspiring going with the flow

Me, the product of my parents hard work

Me, student, daughter

Me, future “I made it”

Me, Unrhymed similar to this poem

Me? ask me agaain. Soon

By

Angela Jean

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Theme for English B Poem (inspired by Langston Hughes) (1)

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UCF, UF, or FAU?
Which do I go to?
Work and school back and forth with no stop.
Do I study for an exam, or take a break and hang with friends.
Music is always a stress relief.
Hammering out songs on the piano to keep me going.
Coldplay, AJR, and Greatest Showman are my therapy from the outside world.
Just put on some headphones to clear the noise.
Creating new songs instead of learning Pythagorean theorem.
Taking my life one step at a time.

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Melissa Jaimes

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Another day goes by
A new adventure unravels
I’m 24 life is just beginning
Life is whatever you want it to be
There’s not always a choice
But it’s a point of view
Is your glass half empty
Mine is half full
I’m white born in Atlanta georgia
But what is color really
We are all human
But that’s my point a view
I love sports, to eat, and to have fun
I work at Disney
I go to school part time
But am working to get my degree
My view is I can be successful
I work hard, preservere and have a caring nature
I will make it to the end
But my life is up to me
I make the best of what I can
For my glass half full and not half empty

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Theme for English B Albanian edition.

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I do not consider myself black, nor do I believe there is such a thing as white people. Black is black and i am not black. White is white and I have never seen a white person. Unless black is not black and white is not white that is. This world is filled with stereotypes so bent out of shape about categorizing people on unimportant things. instead of race if the categories were Nice, bad, humble, self centered. the world would see how no matter what color you are the mix would fall in every categories. so i am not black nor are you white. I see brown and its many different tones and I see beige in its many different tones. What I am categories does not tell anyone who i am, where I am going or where I want to be, it simply describes the skin i am in but not who i am within.  what race am I ? as far as I can see I am of the human race. Where am I going? Anywhere I want to go. How will I get there? However, seems fit for me. Will you be there too? If you choose to be.

this is my page for EDC

Maureen Mueller

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What college are you going to? Did you take the SAT’s? The most important thing you do is graduate High School and be great. I wonder whyno one from my family talked about college, oh well I graduated high school. Diploma now what?  There’s nothing here but dirt roads and the hang out spot at Walmart.  Orlando! Orlando! But it’s so far, I’ll miss my family, how will I  learn my way around. 500 miles I made it so, it’s time to get lost.  HYW 50 East I’m ok. Small city, Big city what’s the difference. Hello, how are you doing? No answer. That look “Why are you speaking to me”. Boy! do I miss Southern hospitality. Ten years later, I have the same look.Where has my southern ways, my southern twang, my southernhospitality gone? There it is, hidden in my heart!

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What college are you going to? Did you take the SAT’s? The most important thing you do is graduate High School and be great. I wonder whyno one from my family talked about college, oh well I graduated high school. Diploma now what?  There’s nothing here but dirt roads and the hang out spot at Walmart.  Orlando! Orlando! But it’s so far, I’ll miss my family, how will I  learn my way around. 500 miles I made it so, it’s time to get lost.  HYW 50 East I’m ok. Small city, Big city what’s the difference. Hello, how are you doing? No answer. That look “Why are you speaking to me”. Boy! do I miss Southern hospitality. Ten years later, I have the same look.Where has my southern ways, my southern twang, my southernhospitality gone? There it is, hidden in my heart!

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-Tina Bears

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Theme for Introduction to the Teaching Profession

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Theme for Introduction to the Teaching Profession

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Attached is my inspired poem!
- Michaela Epi

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Theme for Introduction to the Teaching Profession