The City: Living in New York City

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One by one each student recited their "poetry" if you could even call what some kids wrote that. Some of the kids forgot the assignment and just said anything in front of the class, ending up sounding like blabbering morons.
By the time it was Mckenzie's turn she was almost asleep, with her head leaning against her hand that was propped up on the desk.
"Mckenzie?" The teacher said a second time.
"Oh! Yeah!" Mckenzie said sounding surprised she quickly picked up the paper that had her song/poem on it and walked to the front of the class and cleared her throat.
"Just talk yourself up
And tear yourself down
You ripped through one wall
Now find a way around
Well what's the problem?
You've got a lot of nerve

What'd you think I would say?
You can't run away, you can't run away
So what did you think I would say?
You can't run away, you can't run away
You wouldn't

I never wanted to say this
You never wanted to stay
I put my faith in you, so much faith
And then you just threw it away
You threw it away

I'm not so naive
My sorry eyes can see
The way you fly shy
Of almost everything
Well, if you give up
You'll get what you deserve" Mckenzie said
 
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"Cool," she answered. She turned to Delia and her little group. "I'm heading to homeroom with Elizabeth," she let them know.
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"Bye." She said quickly without much emotion for she was pretty occupied with conversing amongst her clique about the upcoming slumber party, in fack she was quite relived when Crystal left.
 
" You look nice today I can't find any of my clothes so I had to wear something of my brother's," she told her, with a sigh.
 
"Thanks. Knowing my parents, they'd probably have a heart attack if I wore anything that wasn't $100 or over," she said, sarcastically. She looked at Elizabeth. "You don't look half bad either," she commented.
 
She smiled. "And that too," she added. "So how'd your brother these days? I saw him drop you off but I couldn't say hi," Crystal said.
 
" Oh, Ross he doing all right," she told her, taking a seat next to her " The others are doing all right to," she told her.
 
" I don't know all I know is we don't do anything just talk," she told her, then her phone buzzed " Not now Nick I'm at school," she told him.
 
" You'll met him after school Ross is picking him up then he be here," she told her, with a smile Nick was good looking in the family on the guys side " Nick say you after school love you," she told him.
 
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One by one each student recited their "poetry" if you could even call what some kids wrote that. Some of the kids forgot the assignment and just said anything in front of the class, ending up sounding like blabbering morons.
By the time it was Mckenzie's turn she was almost asleep, with her head leaning against her hand that was propped up on the desk.
"Mckenzie?" The teacher said a second time.
"Oh! Yeah!" Mckenzie said sounding surprised she quickly picked up the paper that had her song/poem on it and walked to the front of the class and cleared her throat.
"Just talk yourself up
And tear yourself down
You ripped through one wall
Now find a way around
Well what's the problem?
You've got a lot of nerve

What'd you think I would say?
You can't run away, you can't run away
So what did you think I would say?
You can't run away, you can't run away
You wouldn't

I never wanted to say this
You never wanted to stay
I put my faith in you, so much faith
And then you just threw it away
You threw it away

I'm not so naive
My sorry eyes can see
The way you fly shy
Of almost everything
Well, if you give up
You'll get what you deserve" Mckenzie said
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Damien clapped half-heartedly, more so than everyone else. He thought the poem was cliche(I dont I liked it ;)) and too teeny for his liking. It was his turn and he slowly and hesitantly walked up in fron of people.
"It's called,The wolf and her cries," he mumbled.

The clouds were a dim purple and grey,
Snow fell but did stick,
Only a wet muddy mush,
Covered the hills.

She whimpered all that day,
The forlorn wolf was adrift from her pack, she was not swift
Enough to catch up to them, nor could she push
On from where she was, the feeble aged thing shrilled,
And with all her vitality she howled,
But I heard no response for her.

Her head was cloaked in the white slush on the hill,
All that night,
Till I found her on her last thread of life,
I sat beside her and sang to her old Celtic songs,
But I wept with her in the end.

No sun spruced over that horizon, only a white dome,
Hovered over us as it began to heavily rain,
She longed for her love,
The leader of the pack,
One last time she called with immense fervor,
Her moans spewing out her soul,
But still no answer.
I wailed the same grieving cry for my love,
Quavering the mountains like a Siren’s alluring shriek.

But no reply for me.
The wolf died moments after of her desolation,
And I laid my numbing head on her soulless corpse,
My own tears freezing my cheeks,
Lingering till I would die as she.

He doubted that anyone would would see what it was really about. That the wolf was a metaphor for the earth, the lonely planet being destroyed by people, or snow in that case. He was positive people were going to ask him if he really slept on a dead wolf.
 
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