Found Poem. i like this poem alot

I will do what I adore-- fun stuff! Drop all that’s a chore-- I’ve had enough! Fling wide my heart’s door-- that’s what I’m here for! I roar like a lion I soar like a hawk I have everything I need and so much more because I’m living from my core-- This is my creed ~Kelly Athena

When I asked my father this question, he laughed and shook his head. I have a knack for asking the hard ones. But as our nation struggles with the issue of illegal immigration, we don’t bother to ask this of ourselves. The first time this question occurred to me was while I was watching “American Idol” a few years ago. A beautiful Russian performer was struggling to get her green card. The judges loved her but rejected her all the same. My mother said it was because they wanted an American idol. I blinked and asked her, “What’s more American than an immigrant?” She sighed. Every single American citizen is an immigrant, even Native Americans, who came across the Bering Strait thousands of years ago. Homo sapiens originated in Africa, and every other place we settled we were strangers, right? But the United States is unique because it once welcomed all immigrants. The majority of Americans have ancestors who came over barely a hundred years ago. My earliest family immigrated scarcely three generations ago. And so we must ask ourselves: is it right to deny entrance to people who, like our ancestors, want to make a new home and are willing to work for the opportunities we have? If you really think about it, the people who risk life and limb to come to our country have a higher opinion of U.S. ideals than a lot of us do. Their ancestors have lived in the same place for hundreds of years, perhaps more. Can you imagine the courage it takes to leave all that behind? Furthermore, we owe immigrants a lot. For example, our fresh produce is cultivated by migrant workers, a harvest picked in shame. I ­believe the very least we can do is grant them citizenship, minimum wage, and schooling for their children. In addition to some of the more skilled jobs immigrants do, we take many advantages for granted – aisles of produce, janitors at fast-food restaurants – that are made possible by the people some scorn and wish to remove from our country. Some say if we let everyone in, we won’t have room. We’re the third-largest country on the planet. There’s room, and immigration is happening regardless. Let’s screen for criminals but let others in. After all, can’t we share Thanksgiving with the laborers who have more than earned their wages?

stream of conciousness thingy

.My name is Darius and i am a resident in Los Angeles, CA, i am also a student at fairfax highschool. i live with my sister and i am six feet and two inches and i am 176 pounds. my life in Fairfax is a very studious one with many obligations and tribulations that i have overcome so i can call myself a scholar. i am very self determined and and i belive in rightouesness. i am Christian/Gentile and i follow under hippocampi. that was random but i dont care. on the other, my life at home is a treacherous and bipolar cluster of chaos, turmoil, and conundrum. if you walk into my apartment, you would probably be able to smell the snech of constatnt anger and frustration. i find yself t be a much unorganized person and i resent than. for not being orderly has been a curse on me. not be able to maintain straights A's in school is the soul fault of me not being very organized. but aside being at home, i find myself to be a very generous person that listen authority and has a good amount of discipline and dilligence to be a likeable a person. whereas, other seem to be narcissistic. i provide a better learing environment just by being around. i believe sharing what i have would get me somewhwere in life instead of keeping everything to myself. hobies inclide playing soccer, football, football, tennis rugby, and track and field. i like to play the viola and i am an intermediate learner. in the future, i wish to play famous songs by great music compoderd. my favorite thing to eat spaghetti and i like to drink pepsi. other than the things that i just streamed conciousness about, i will not talk about because i have already reached th minumum words required for this assignment. i have 535. DONE