I need help with the book called warriors dont cry by melba beals
Oluwafemi Kukoyi
December 3,2013
English
Period 7
Gang Violence: Death of a Friend
In the United States, there are over 1.4 million gang members. With such small percentage of the U.S, their the reason why most kids such as Isaac Johnson, 17 years old killed by the crossfire; are fearing for their life every day. They say don’t blame the streets, blame the people in it. I look back, and see all the “Hard work” America have done to change the life styles of Gang Bangers. Based on the results, on the streets, and what the Media have been embracing, it seems that America have been doing absolutely nothing. His name was Mike. I usually wouldn’t say not “Like Mike” as of in the movie, but, in this case, he was Like Mike… All he wanted to do was play Basketball. There was never a time when he was bored, because basketball is what he’ll be playing. He was smart on the streets but, not too bright when it came down to books. He was my best friend, my right hand man, every time I looked at his face, I see a wallet full of benjamin bills, because I knew with his talent, and he would make it to the real court (NBA). The court raised him, but, the streets changed him. Mike hated school. He would accept graduating with D’s down his report card, and be proud of it. He didn’t care. He was only in it, to just get out of his life. I use to see mike outside around the corner sometimes, smoking weed, and with gang affiliates. I remember it like it was yesterday, or 5 minutes ago. I was home, waking up from a nap from school. I went in the kitchen to get a nice cold bowl cereal. The phone rang. One of my good friends whispered through the phone in a dreadful tone that mike was died. And when I heard that, it felt like I have died also. I walked in my bed with a limp of sorrow, and just cried. I swallowed my “Machoness” and swallowed my pride. I felt as if I was handicap. That my right hand man was killed, that the pain will never go away. I skipped school for
December 3,2013
English
Period 7
Gang Violence: Death of a Friend
In the United States, there are over 1.4 million gang members. With such small percentage of the U.S, their the reason why most kids such as Isaac Johnson, 17 years old killed by the crossfire; are fearing for their life every day. They say don’t blame the streets, blame the people in it. I look back, and see all the “Hard work” America have done to change the life styles of Gang Bangers. Based on the results, on the streets, and what the Media have been embracing, it seems that America have been doing absolutely nothing. His name was Mike. I usually wouldn’t say not “Like Mike” as of in the movie, but, in this case, he was Like Mike… All he wanted to do was play Basketball. There was never a time when he was bored, because basketball is what he’ll be playing. He was smart on the streets but, not too bright when it came down to books. He was my best friend, my right hand man, every time I looked at his face, I see a wallet full of benjamin bills, because I knew with his talent, and he would make it to the real court (NBA). The court raised him, but, the streets changed him. Mike hated school. He would accept graduating with D’s down his report card, and be proud of it. He didn’t care. He was only in it, to just get out of his life. I use to see mike outside around the corner sometimes, smoking weed, and with gang affiliates. I remember it like it was yesterday, or 5 minutes ago. I was home, waking up from a nap from school. I went in the kitchen to get a nice cold bowl cereal. The phone rang. One of my good friends whispered through the phone in a dreadful tone that mike was died. And when I heard that, it felt like I have died also. I walked in my bed with a limp of sorrow, and just cried. I swallowed my “Machoness” and swallowed my pride. I felt as if I was handicap. That my right hand man was killed, that the pain will never go away. I skipped school for