EDUARDO GOMEZ
10th GRADE
THE PLAYER’S SESTINA
No game can change this player.
I am not sorry I smacked her booty,
I just want to look good doing it, so I went to the gym.
That smack I received after to the face made me thirsty
so I got some water.
I then wanted the digits so I handed her my cell phone,
Then she said no and spat on my sneakers.
With my tears I cleaned my sneakers.
I did not look like a fresh player.
I did not have the girl’s number on my cell phone.
I did not get to hold the booty.
I only got some water,
I do not regret anything because at least I hit the gym.
I do not want to stay in the gym;
I want to get some new sneakers.
I will then drink some more water.
Yeah I’m a real player,
I’ll get some booty.
I’ll take a pic and keep it saved on my cell phone.
My cell phone,
The little black book I keep locked in the gym.
Anytime I want, I ring up some booty,
Put on some new sneakers. No matter what phone I have
I am still the biggest player.
Next time I play I will bring some more water.
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My jump shot is water.
That’s why I don’t mind my Obama cell phone,
I’ll one day get a new one and be a ball player.
Practice at the gym,
Tie my sneakers,
Look up at the other boys playing and say they some booty.
They make me look like Lebron, they are really some booty.
When I break ankles they blame it on the previous drunk water,
Then I advised them to maybe get new sneakers,
They then said they will once I lose my cell phone,
I decided to whoop their ass and got kicked out the gym.
They weren’t ready for the true player.
I will throw out my sneakers.
I will get rid of my cell phone.
I will give up on booty.
I will never again drink water.
I will not go back to the gym,
but I am not done being the greatest player.
UNDECIDED MIND
4 walls, 1 door, 2 windows
Surfaces that encompass me, lock me in my realm,
my safe haven.
The bed, the floor,
Places I lie, reflect, ponder, so much reminiscing done
in one box.
Thoughts of success, thoughts of failure,
Moving into Suburbs, remaining in the hood,
Making it feel vivid, lively, hell-like, making it all come back.
It strikes me, I strike the wall, it says nothing back.
Yelling, sobbing, heartache, still no answer,
Words that haunt me, words that bless me,
“I Love You.” The simplest phrase compact with so much
sentiment, so much power,