Artur and I had a good experience in the production of our poem. It was really easy for us to make each line because we just made it rym like a rap. I am ussualy very bad at coming up with lines for regular poems, however, when I rym it makes it a lot easier for me to go with the flow. I thought our poem turned out pretty good at the end. It showed the difficulties of living in a town 8 miles away from where you go to school and just a poorer neighborhood in general. We did exagerate how hard our lives are just a little, but you can get where we're coming from. Also, making this poem has let me know that I can make a good poem. And I've already done so in other of my classes.
copy of poem:
8 mile 2 burlingame
wake up! six-thirty!
get out of bed and our clothes are still dirty.
make it to the kitchen table,
we still have to watch that old san bruno cable.
everyday’s the same,
because we’re still 8 miles from burlingame.
it’s 30 minutes to school
just to get in class and sit on a stool.
don't have the money to get any brunch,
plus finals coming up so we’ve got to crunch.
we study hard
to get straight A's
‘cuz without those in the world
there ain't no place.
if we come up short and can’t please the Man,
we’ll just be trash in a garbage can
tick-tock, like a clock, we work all day
us SB kids don’t have time to play
after school, it’s all the same.
we have to take the bus, but we got no shame.
‘cuz we’re still 8 miles from burlingame.
from the bus, we walk through the park,
like blind men, lost in the dark.
we get home real late
and food ain't on our plate.
momma ain't home, she’s out shoppin’.
everybody's gone, and there ain't no stoppin’.
now we'll study hard all through the night
maybe tomorrow we'll start a fight.
really don't matter because it's all the same
we're still 8 miles from burlingame.
by: Nik Gutierrez, Artur Rangel
