A’Niyah Lofton 1,152 words 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 loftona913@ritenourschools.org Hybrid By A’Niyah Lofton My name is Amber Coley, I am 17 years old and I am white. I really do not see color, I think all humans are equal. We all bleed, we all shed tears when in pain we can not bare. So why is it that blacks should be treated less than whites. I never understood. My father, George Coley works for a butcher shop. After my mom passed he went a deep depression and gave up on his dreams to become an entrepreneur. Even though I see a person for a person rather than for the color of their skin, …show more content…
He had his hair slicked back perfectly, with brawny arms, clear brown skin and pretty white teeth. When I finally gained the courage to talk I said, “No thank you. I got it!” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. and you really shouldn’t be socializing with a girl ‘round here.” “Ain’t nothing wrong with a little conversation. Freedom of speech right?” I could tell that he was not from Mississippi because he would definitely know better. I didn’t want to get him in trouble, or hell I did not want to get myself into trouble. But he was just so cute and articulate. I could not help but to keep talking to him. “Are you from here?” “No miss, I am just visiting my cousins for the summer. I’m actually from Saint Louis. Missouri.” “Oh wow. Show me state huh?” With laughter, “Yes ma’am. How about you miss? Are you from here?” “Yep. Born and raised. I live right around the corner actually.” “My cousin lives about two blocks over. You and I should hang out sometimes.” I immediately froze up because I did not want to turn him down but I can not be seen with him in public. If my dad even found out that I was conversing with him I would be in big trouble. I did not know what to say to him, so I just went with the first thing that came to my …show more content…
But I did it anyway, I wanted to see what it was like to spend a day with him. So we meet on 54th street and he was so happy to see me. First, we went out for burgers and fries. I went in the “whites only” diner and just got two orders to go and we went back to his cousin’s house. No one was home so it was just me and him. I started to open up to him about my mom and he was telling me a little more about himself. He told me his parents are divorced and what it’s like for him back home. We stopped talking and began to make eye contact, then he leaned in and kissed me. We started to make out and he started caressing my leg while continuing to make out with me. He then took my pants and I really did not know if this is what I wanted but I was so caught in his eyes and the moment. Before I knew it his shirt was off and so were my underwear. He asked
The poem “Always Something More Beautiful” by Stephen Dunn is certainly about running a race, but the speaker is also arguing that pursuing something beautiful can help guide us through life. Through the title, we can see that we should constantly look for more beautiful things in life. The poem begins with the speaker describing his experience before a race. He uses words like “best” and “love.” The tone is extremely enthusiastic. In the first line, he talks about coming to the starting place. This can be a metaphor for beginning our lifelong journey. The speaker also implies that we need to approach it with a positive attitude. In the next few lines, the speaker indicates being tested in excellence
We instantly started talking about the film we wanted to see and proceeded to get our tickets together. After the movie, he politely asked if it was okay for him to hold my hand and I let him. We walked around the whole mall hand-in-hand talking about the movie we just watched. Then we went outside for a full-blown make out session in a secluded spot. The only reason we stopped was because security told us to leave the premises, we could have easily been there all night. My mom had dropped me off at the mall that night and so he offered to give me a ride home. Right before dropping me off he asked for me to be his girlfriend. And then he shared he was already falling deeply in love with me. I was so shocked by how fast it all happened and it all seemed like a dream to me. I agreed to be his girlfriend, but told him a benevolent lie when I also agreed that I was also falling in love with him already because I did not want to hurt his feelings (Alder, pg 97). Our first date was intriguing because it first felt like we were barely initiating our relationship, then experimenting, then straight to intensifying, all the way to integrating the relationship by the end of the night.
The death camp was a terrible place where people where killed. Hitler is who created the death camp for Jews. The death camp was used for extermination on Jews. This occurred on 1939 – 1945. The death camps were in the country of Europe. Hitler did all this because he didn’t like Jews and the religions. The book Night is a autobiography written by Elie Wiesel. The poem called First they came for the communist written by Martin Neimoller is a autobiography.
Patricia Young’s poem Boys is a representation of implied heteronormacy in society. Young uses tropes and schemes such as allusion, metaphors and irony to convey the ways in which heterosexuality is pushed onto children from a young age. Poetry such as Boys is a common and effective medium to draw attention to the way society produces heteronormativity through gendered discourses that are typically used to understand sex. Boys does an excellent job at drawing its readers to the conclusion that it is an ironic poem trying to emphasize the over-excessive ways in which we express heterosexuality in daily life.
"If you don't mind me asking, where are you from? I know that you aren't from around this area with an accent like that."
The poem “Steps” by Naomi Shihab Nye, is a piece about Arabic immigrants and the effect of their differing levels of assimilation. Nye describes how the immigrants absorb the new culture. In the New World, America, different people can adapt in a myriad of ways. According to the author, some non-natives may assimilate to the American culture more than others, but overall, if someone forgets their original culture and does not teach the next generations, the culture will die.
This darkly satiric poem is about cultural imperialism. Dawe uses an extended metaphor: the mother is America and the child represents a younger, developing nation, which is slowly being imbued with American value systems. The figure of a mother becomes synonymous with the United States. Even this most basic of human relationships has been perverted by the consumer culture. The poem begins with the seemingly positive statement of fact 'She loves him ...’. The punctuation however creates a feeling of unease, that all is not as it seems, that there is a subtext that qualifies this apparently natural emotional attachment. From the outset it is established that the child has no real choice, that he must accept the 'beneficence of that motherhood', that the nature of relationships will always be one where the more powerful figure exerts control over the less developed, weaker being. The verb 'beamed' suggests powerful sunlight, the emotional power of the dominant person: the mother. The stanza concludes with a rhetorical question, as if undeniably the child must accept the mother's gift of love. Dawe then moves on to examine the nature of that form of maternal love. The second stanza deals with the way that the mother comforts the child, 'Shoosh ... shoosh ... whenever a vague passing spasm of loss troubles him'. The alliterative description of her 'fat friendly features' suggests comfort and warmth. In this world pain is repressed, real emotion pacified, in order to maintain the illusion that the world is perfect. One must not question the wisdom of the omnipotent mother figure. The phrase 'She loves him...' is repeated. This action of loving is seen as protecting, insulating the child. In much the same way our consumer cultur...
He was older than my dad. They both looked at us and greeted us with a smile and a soft
I totally felt comfortable with him until the moment he ask me for my number, maybe I remind him of someone or maybe by me giving him the extra attention I imply something, in my opinion I stayed very professional. All of sudden I felt uncomfortable, I felt he was invading my privacy, he was crossing the boundary by asking me for my telephone number. But I also felt that I could not tell him that it was inappropriate for me to give him my number. Maybe I felt this way because he reminded me of my grandfather and he might have been hurt if I reject his number, yet I was aware giving him my number was not the right thing to do, so I walked away.
“Would you be my girlfriend,” he abruptly said catching me off guard. I just met this man and he didn’t look like the relationship type.
I remembered how cute he was and how out of my league he was. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My heart dropped when I saw him, like it did in the book aisle WalMart.
I always go to his house and play his games he has. Once we all finished packing up, we headed to the airport. The airport was only five minutes away from my house so we always saw the big airplanes flying over our house. When we arrived we were looking for our gate to get in our plane. “ where’s our gate at mom?” “ I don’t know?’ mom answered “ I FOUND IT!!” hollered dad. “ its right over there!” we ran as fast as we could because they call our gate name over the intercom and is said that we only had one minute left to aboard the plane. When we reached the gate we gave the nice lady our passports and got on the plane. The ticket she gave us had ur seat number and I had to sit for away from my mom and dad, But joe was on the seat right next to
Just not too thrilled about jumping up on another flight. He told why don 't you invite your older brother to go with you. Of course I called my other siblings up and let shared the news with them. They were excited and emotional as I. My brother and I made the decision that we would fly out that Friday since our other siblings from my mom were too busy to join us. We called my dad to confirm that we were going to be flying down to see him and the rest of the family on Friday. He made arrangements to come pick my brother and myself up from the airport. We hung up the phone but we talked on the phone everyday until we were together in person. Finally it 's Friday we arrived at the airpot to do a luggage checkin, we abored the plane and touch down in Mississippi. We arrived on time, my dad was right there waiting for us. He greeted me and my brother we talked along the way arrived at his house settled in, met the other half . For the first time in mylife I then felt complete, me and my dad are now building a relationship. My other siblings from my dad are also building a relationship, we talk on the phone daily. As for my mom and I we are currently in
... and quietly asked, “Where’s my box?” He turned around and I felt like for the first time since the topic had come up he acknowledged my presence. He had a look on his face like I had caught him completely off guard and explained that my mom and him never actually got married. He tried to convince me that of all the things he regrets most in his life that was the biggest one. He said if he could have changed one thing he would have married my mother.
On our weekly Skype session, I asked him, "What do you think about me coming to visit you? He loved the idea and he and I wanted to do it as soon as possible. Summer was coming and I knew that would be the perfect time to do it. On top of it all, I was going to receive a pretty chunk of change from graduation so I decided to saved it up until then. I was afraid the whole time; however, I wasn 't sure if I was going to be able to go or not. I wanted more than anything to see the love of my life for the first time. Finally, the middle of June came and I had just enough money so I booked my flight to go see him in late