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My Uncle Alberto

My Uncle Alberto

By Jordan Salazar

 

Alberto he died from a drive by.

That day

a lot of people were crying.

We were all outside playing.

 

Alberto’s best friend is now

in a place with a lot of people

and with people who have guns.

He has to be good so he can get out early.

 

It has been 3 months since he died.

But Alberto was a good kid

he was only 17 years old.

I wish he was still here.

 

Oklahoma City is still a good place

But sometimes things happen.

This place is my home and I love it.

This poem makes me...
  • Think (11%)
  • Smile (9%)
  • Somber (56%)
  • Surprised (7%)
  • Feel a Connection (11%)
  • Inspired (6%)
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