Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Then you say your sorry

Yesterday I took your phone and you stopped doing your work
You pouted and did nothing in class
Eventually, you would storm out and whisper "kiss my ass"
Stomping to the office with attitude galore
And they said to you,"in here again, once more?"
So the day goes on and you sleep on your actions
It eats away at you and nothings bringing you satisfaction
So today you quickly scamper to my class so your not late
And get to work on your warm-ups because it's a whole new date
Quietly you write with a furious abandon
Not taking any time to say anything random
I ask if you have finished your warm-up and you nod a yes
So I say to myself, "shes not talking to me, I guess"
Still killing the paper with your pencil you write at your table
Finally getting up as if its your will that has made you able
Walking ever so gently to me and handing me a note
I think to myself "no telling what she wrote"
"I was in a bad mood and took it out on you"
"Sorry for that, to make it up, is there anything I can do?"
My shoulders slump a bit as I sigh with pride
Because I've always known that, in you, a wonderful person likes to hide

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Unsportsmanlike Conduct?

What has our sportsmanship come to?
In 2009 I have watch as a Houston University player gets called
for a charging foul then proceeds to WALK on the face of the kid on the ground.
NO, my bad
NO, oops
NO, let me help you up
BUT, only a high five and a smile as hes being ejected


Why is it that players now a days have resorted to a "take no shit" attitude
Its not cool enough to be just a good player, they have to taunt others now
Its not good enough to beat you now, they have to EMBARRASS you
Its not good enough to play hard, you have to have a chip on your shoulder
Its not ok to have had everything, you have to come from poverty
Sometimes I wonder, can I coach another year with these kids?
Then I say to myself:
If Im not there to help them change then who is. And I always say
"if you want something done, do it yourself". I coach discipline, and
hard work. I don't allow players to disrespect me, coaches, players,
refs, and especially THEMSELVES. As I sit back and read and see all
thats going on in sports today, I have to wonder: WHO'S TEACHING THEM THIS?
Hello parents its a new day, do you know HOW your kids are?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

And in he walked.....

With eyes slightly opened as the sun beams down
A man walked into our lives with pride in his heart
He stood there ensuring us that we shall not fear
We should not place danger onto ourselves anymore
But, we should stand together as a NATION and fight
Fight for our hopes and dreams
That everything is possible if we live our dreams
Wasn't the dream thing accepted a while ago by another famous man
Although, he was killed before he could really help our nation
He was gunned down in broad daylight by one of his own, "or was he?"
And still to this day we pride ourselves in "living the dream"
So I say stand up and clap your hands for a man that:
Saw race as just another characteristic of a man
Believed in our great nation
Helped us accept and be accepted
Paved the way for our NEW President

I say, Thank you Mr. Kennedy
Thank You.

Friday, January 9, 2009

UNLEASH ME

Throw me down and rake my hands over the words?
Bind my will to break free of the norm?
Allow me no free will to release my knowledge?

Or you can watch me help those in need
Praise me when its time to, or be critical of my failures
The norm is obviously not working for them
Inside I have been filled with ideas and questions
Questions to question the question and the answer
Sometimes my techniques are unorthodox
Then again sometimes they are right on the money
So please unleash my fury
Unleash my knowledge
Unleash my will
Unleash my intensity
Unleash my desire to show you its ok to be different

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Dia De Un Reyes

Another year passes by and we age
Leaving behind another year full of happiness and rage
You have poetic rage towards life
Causing your poetry to cut like a knife
Your wisdom is more than anyone I've ever known
And my love for you is more than can ever be shown
I have over time held you at my highest standard and praise
For this strong boy into a man you helped raise
Forever the cigar smell will remind me of being a little boy
And those crazy car rides after school, oh what joy
Time after time you were there to take care of my needs
Even when I got poison ivy from walking in the weeds
I thank you for always being there for me when it counted
Especially when my lifes pressures mounted
Today is the day of the Kings as you know
But I celebrate it as your birthday, for the man that helped me grow

Monday, January 5, 2009

Standing Tall

How many times do you see a chicano standing tall
I've searched many places even in the mall
Proud of who they are and where they're going?
Instead I find slumped shoulders with no emotion showing
So I wander around searching for a friend in my raza
Pero aqui estoy un chicano muy fuerte en mi casa

I glare at my dark eyes and know that they windows
I gleam at my skin and know its different
I peer into my soul and know where its been
I look into my future and see no end

The reflection is all they see
The reflection is not just me
The reflection is just a door
And hidden in the reflection is much, much more.