2…. [DISAGREE]AN EVANGELIC PLEA: ’LOVE THE SINNER’/BY JONATHAN MERRITT.
THE MAIN IDEA OF THIS ARTICLE IS EXPLAINING THE DIFFERENT REASONS WHY THERE ISN’T ANYTHING WRONG WITH BEING A HOMOSEXUAL. WE SHOULD HATE THE SIN AND LOVE THE SINNER. WELL I FEEL THAT I SHOULDN’T LOVE THE SIN OR THE SINNER.
THE THREE MAIN POINTS MADE IN THIS ARGUMENT IS THAT WE AS PEOPLE SHOULDN’T HATE THAT PERSON BECAUSE THEY LIKE THE SAME SEX BECAUSE JESUS LOVE SINNERS ALSO, WE SHOULDN’T HATE THE SIN EITHER BECAUSE THE SIN NOT ON US, AND WE SHOULD HATE THE SINNER BECAUSE WE HAVE RELATIVES AND CLOSE FRIENDS THAT ARE LIKE THAT.
THE MAIN SUPPORTING DETAILS IS PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT HOMOS SHOULD HAVE SYMPATHY FOR THOSE WHO ARE BUT I DON’T FEEL THAT WAY, THAT SOME PEOPLE HAS SOCIAL PROBLEMS THAT’S WHY THEIR LIKE THAT BUT I THINK I WAS THEIR CHOICE.

This house belongs to the tree.It protects the tree.It almost has something to count on.The tree also belongs

“Pow, pow, and pow” the gunshots sounded.
I sprinted outside into the dark night .Not a gunmen to be seen a, not a voice to be heard. As I gazed around and glanced up at the solar powered, white street lights I deliberated that this could not be true.
As I trudged back into the two story house with all the TV’s on fox 8 at eight. My mom dashed to me crying exclaiming
“Your uncle has been shot, your uncle has been shot “
I jolted all the way out of my skin and blasted out in a loud cry. I didn’t apprehend what to progress back outside. I strutted into my room and slammed my door.
Plopping on my bed, slithering under my big orange covers with my pillow filled with tears I just penetrated without a shadow of doubt that this could not be true. I tossed and turned as I heard the sirens approach the scene. I examined my foggy window and starred at the two black men taking out the white stretcher then I shut my curtains however before I could take two steps and dry my eyes my mom hurried inside my room with no tears.
I said “What’s your problem, you’re not crying and that’s your one and only brother”
She screamed “that wasn’t your uncle that was a drug dealer shot and killed that once lived across the street.”
I slowly looked up,”oooooooh thank god “with relieve I dictated.

kernal essay

Reporting to the first day of school, I caught a glimpse of my friends and enemies. Everyone with their bright, shining faces. Thinking to myself these kids are very small. But one just stood out the most. She leisurely walked around school campus making bad looks at me as if I had known her for a life time. I knew she was going to be the week is link for my fourth grade year. She gazes at me, curse at me, and jeopardize me like crazy. But without a shadow of doubt when I grasped at her I knew I was going to be scared to fight her. She stands 5 feet 4 inches, big black dark eyes, nappy hair big thighs fat arms; she was just enormous. Skipping around the school building I was about to depart from school she was positioned face to face with me. ”ahhhhhhhhhhh leave me alone you premature gorilla.” She yelled and screeched and raised her voice highly at me. I started to cry but before I knew it a congregation surrounded me and the girl standing having an argument. Then at that minute I sensed to my self I have to act as if I’m soooooooooooooooo brave. My friend screamed” HIT HER.” I drew my hand back and shivered being very frightening and my fist shifted though the wind making contact with her face I jabbed her in the jar. She swung back with no fear” ooouch that hurted.” I kicked her in the shin and she then plunged down to 4 feet 9 which was my height. I tossed, turned, budged and grooved. At the end of the day I was pronounced the winner.

past;present;future

I glance back down at my past

something else that I knew will never last

from babydolls to naps to bicycles

from honeybuns to babycakes to popcycles

now I disappear

I appear to be in my present which I stand

from focusing on fame to focusing on a man

from the haters to gang fights

from trying to use make-up to losing 1/2 of my sight

now I dream

wish to be the shorty I've always been

gobble what I eat and depend on what I spend

to hold my education and be highly smart

but to arrive at college and from school I will depart

BA-DA-BING

I sprinted onto that shiny court and I wandered what volleyball position coach explained to me to play then I glanced up and the tall white slinky 6 foot 1 lady screeched out and objected"GAME OVER"

where I feel comfortable

i feel comfortable in my
bed.
swap!the sheets warm me up
from my neck to my toe
swoop!my head hold my big cushioned
pillow until i can't let let go
so when i get up proudly practically perfectly
in the morning
look at the clock saying
"what a sight"
and turn back over in the darklight