Mr. Terry Said by Jose Madrigal

Mr.Terry said,

Go home and write

a page tonight.

Let your self inspire

So we can admire

Is it that simple?

I am nineteen, beaner, born in a small town in Mexico

I studied there, Then worked, and now

I am here in this High School in the big city.

The steps from the third floor leads you down

 to the main entrance, than I walk to  twenty eight ave

and ride my car to go home and sleep.

It’s difficult for me to write this paper not knowing the language well.

I don’t come from where you come, I wasn’t raise in an American school.

But now I am here.

All I did before was work. I never took the time to write.

But here I am thinking, writing and trying to apply my best.

I want  you to be impressed.

It’s not going to be as if I were white.

I just want to make it right.

Adjusting to this country is really hard

It’s just my self here, alone.

Sometimes I just go to the backyard

to think how can I be on my own.

(in response to Theme From English B by Langston Hughes)