[I am alone...]



	I am alone, Alone with my endless thoughts. I have no control of my life. My day begins and ends The same as the day before. Choices are made carelessly By a man four billion miles away. He decides what I eat and when, And what my day entails. I am confined to my personal tomb, My only place of freedom. It is a place where thoughts fly, And hopes jump and live. My thoughts keep me happy. I live in my dreams, Where my black and white life Is full of color. I live in a rainbow that stretches to the moon. June 23, 1999

		I wrote this poem in one of the coolest classes I ever took in high school, 20th Century American Culture. It was a summer school class that was a mixture of history and English. For this particular assignment, we read either a poem or a story about Japanese immigrants living in California during World War II. The poem was supposed to be based on that work, if I still have it, I will try and post it. We got extra credit for using certain poetry elements. Everyone else worked in groups and got like 10 points for rhyming. Basically this is my interpretation and personl reflection on the reading.

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