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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.