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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

My Tribe

My tribe wears jerseys, and socks, and tennis shoes
My tribe eats energy bars, and gatorade, and water.
My tribe listens to a warm up tape, and balls bouncing, and the stop clock buzzer.
My tribe drives to different schools, gyms, and courts.
My tribe goes to the gym to practice and play
In my trive we like to dribble, shoot and play.
My tribe is from Strongsville where the mustangs roam.
-Hillary Renker
Posted by Hillary at 7:39 PM

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      • My Poems
      • A Summer Love Poem By Nikki Giovanni
      • Love Is By Nikki Giovanni
      • And I Have You By Nikki Giovanni
      • My Dad
      • Me
      • To you
      • My Mom
      • My Tribe
      • Mirror By Sylvia Plath
      • Life for My Child is Simple By Gwendolyn Brooks
      • Any Human to Another By Countee Cullen
      • A Black Man Talks of Reaping By Arna Bontemps
      • I, Too By Langston Hughes
      • Harlem By Langston Hughes
      • If We Must Die By Claude McKay
      • Elevator Music By Henry Taylor
      • Subterranean Homesick Blues By Bob Dylan
      • My City By James Weldon Johnson
      • Adolescence-III By Rita Dove
      • About Nikki Giovanni
      • Telephone Poem By Nikki Giovanni
      • About Wendy Cope
      • The Orange By Wendy Cope
      • About Robert Frost
      • Neither Out Far Nor In Deep By Robert Frost
      • Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost
      • Dust of Snow By Robert Frost
      • Dust of Snow By Robert Frost
      • The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost
      • Fire And Ice By Robert Frost

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