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JavNiv Jul 2014
Working at a golf course,
Can mostly be a bore,
Nothing much to do,
But admire the grass and the early morning sunlight,
The smell of rabbit ****
mixed with morning dew,
Time doesn't fly but it's something you get used to,
But at least,
The boring is a peaceful one.
I work as part of an internship program at a golf course miles away from my house during my summers off from school
JavNiv Jun 2014
We are kind of funny,
We come out of a hole breathing,
And go back to hole rotting,
JavNiv Jun 2014
West side house.
By: Hayden Mills.

When I was eight, seven, six,
The older boys and girls who lived in my area,
Had tight cliques,
Most of the boys Latino, Mexican,
White, black,
Listening to 2pac and wakaflaka,
"Let ya nutz hang" was the matto for some,
Brother vs. Brother one was ended with the sound of a gun,
One bullet made the heart go numb,
Now this doesn't mean any of us lived in the streets,
Yet a lot of kids my age claimed to be,
Most of us had a warm place and hot plate to eat,
No ghetto,
But the older boys in my area still dressed in black sagged geans,
Black shirts with the white one underneath,
Shaved heads or hats or bandanas,
A chain and a watch,
So the pretty girls would watch.
I decided to write about some of the older kids on the block I grew up around as a kid.
JavNiv May 2014

No girl would like me
Look at my *** belly
Today somebody sqeezed my "man *****"
Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke"
Don't eat that you'll feel worse
You're so full
You gained some weight dude jeez!
No breakfreast or lunch only dinner
Feel the acid in you're throat
You're a boy so of course no one will know,
Wear big shirts and baggy cloths
Don't go anywhere without a hoodie
No *** for you you're disgusting
F#ck a big heart, look at that belly,
Get out of the shower...
JavNiv May 2014
Money where you're mouth is.

Today on the telivison screen,
They where talking of the economy,
But the man who was talking,
About graphs and statistics,
Had the money in his pockets,
So what would he have known,
About it.
I wrote this poem while watching the news at a hotel a man was talking about the economy and school systems yet he was the one wearing a nice suit and tie

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