American Born Chinese Rap

 AMERICAN BORN CHINESE: (rap!!) 

  By:Jennie Yun, Cristian Eder-Miller, Matthew Perry, and Kadijatou Diallo.

E.L.A Rap: Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

E.L.A. Rap: Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Written and performed by Francesca Rubinson,
Cristian Perez, Ellie Kohn and Kobe Borden
 
 
Junior was faced with lots of strife
So he learned to appreciate the little things in life

E1 Junior was really down when his Grandma just died
So he tried to be cheerful and his hopes were on the rise

"And I kept trying to find the little pieces of joy in my life.

E.L.A. Rap:Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian by Rina Lubit, Noah Sclar, Alye Alston, and Ryan Colon

Junior Finding Hope

(All) Here is the story of an Indian trying to find hope
Going to Reardan this is how he coped

(Alye and Noah)At the beginning they called him a traitor
The tune they sang: (Alye) "You're an Indian hater!"

(Rina)They called him an apple
With lots of sneers and jeers

My Puffy Different Kinds of Hair!

My hair is part of my identity. People would not recognize me without my curly hair. When I had my hair straightened once my friend looked at me in a confused way and asked me, "What's happened to you?? Something doesn't look right!”

The Sports Guy

There's a guy that sits on the bench outside the bar next to my house. He always has a cigar in his hand. He never stops it, that cigar in his mouth and his raspy voice chattering about sports. Whenever I walk by, he's always blowing on that cigar. It's as if he's the only one on this planet, blowing away by himself.  He always has beer to go along, like ornaments on a Christmas tree. 

My Favorite Place In The World: Greenwich Village

 I have lived in Greenwich Village all my life, that I can remember at least. But it's not a village, it's a neighborhood,where the buildings are old, and small, definitely not like the skyscrapers, who are so tall they seem to have been stretched. My neighborhood's buildings are quiet and respectful, living in their calm manner, like a pond. My apartment is two floored, with big windows. Big windows to see the world -my world- out of. 

For the Love of Candy

 Since last Thursday, I go home by myself. And since last Tuesday, when I missed my stop on the bus, I go to the little deli with a counter of candy. On Tuesday I got Big Red cinnamon gum, on Wednesday I got Now&Later that everyone fought over at Thursday lunch, but today I don't know what to get.

Valentine

Valentine, a young lady still in her teens is taking the responsibility of an adult. She is living in the suburban areas of Connecticut with her grandmother. Her father passed away in her very early childhood years. Her mother ran off as soon as she had Valentine, therefore, leaving her daughter a life so different from others. Valentine never really got to know her family except her grandmother, Ella. Now that Ella is sick, Valentine dropped out of school to care for her grandma.

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