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A Night To Remember


It was night to remember. I was about thirteen years old. I was a young child that thought knew everything in life. I specifically had on some black Nike shorts, white socks, Nike flip flops and a white t-shirt. I was on the phone with a chick thinking I was the shit. I was spitting my game off top of my head getting her to smile and smiling myself. Unfortunately a white car pulled up in front of me. Felt like I was in the movie Boyz n the Hood, the only thing that was different was that I was never involved with any gangs at all. White car pulled up and the back window rolled down and I looked. There, I saw a hand gun pointed towards me. I was in shock, what was I supposed to do? I just stood there helpless, life flashed right before my eyes. If I ran, I would die so I just stood there with all my might and in my head I said to myself, I guess this it. Shortly after a minute the car took off. I did not get robbed or nothing, had everything. I went in, took a shower and did not know what to do. I had anger all in me and felt the struggles of those that wasn’t involved in the life of a criminal. It was a night to remember because ever since then, I have had opened my eyes to different aspects of life.

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Hi, my name is Matthew, I'm from Los Angeles, California. I am originally from Belize, Central America and attend St. John's University in Collegeville, Minnesota. I'm a well diversed young man that is interested in a lot of things such as current events and ways that the minority group on campus can get out there comfort zone and be themselves. Fun fact about me is that I speak Creole which is broken up English that is spoken back in Belize and also in other Caribbean countries. My poems are true and factual and never think there not real.

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