I wonder why I have to write.
I hear voices.
I see faces.
I want no body to know about me.
I pretend I like this class.
I see bored faces.
I worry about not eating god food.
I cry for Alcatraz.
I understand we have to write.
I say I wanted to go to Alcatraz.
I dream to go to Japan.
I try to finish school.
I hope I learn a lot.
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Omar, very interesting poem! I am so glad you are in this class. Even though we are not going to Alcatraz, I think you will still have a lot of fun.
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Why are you don't want the people know you???
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