D Angelo Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

Can you imagine a life where literally all you do is drink, do drugs, and party? Well honestly most of you are probably thinking this sounds like your average highschool druggie group because more often than not that’s all they seem to do, or, well, brag about doing. However, this is my lifestyle. Born and raised. Although, that’s not all we do. There is a little bit of secrecy in my actual career though. Let me introduce myself, I am daughter of Al Capone, I am Miss Anne Capone. For a living, I hunt down people that have wronged my father or any of his descendents. However, most of you don’t know me though. You may know of my brother Albert, but my father kept me a secret. He had me frozen at the age of 10 for almost a hundred years. During the year of 2020, scientists discovered a hidden room in one of Al Capone’s homes and inside there i was in a time capsule. It was pretty cool I guess.

“Hip-Hop’s Betrayal of Black Women” by Jennifer Mclune, tells the reader in the title alone, that Hip-Hop has bashed black women. The African American author is an activist, librarian, and writer. She is currently living in Washington, D.C. This article was featured in Z Magazine Online during July and August in 2006. This particular column is targeted toward the entire Hip-Hop community, especially black women, entirely for anyone who listens to the vulgar music style.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

The decade of hip-hop is what some may call it. Tupac, Naz, Biggie Smalls, as well as other artists, were major contributions. Not only for the people who are trying to find their footing, but Buck as well. Throughout the book various lyrics were embedded in order to create a better understanding for its readers. In addition, this book is based upon a 90s lifestyle within Philadelphia, which included drugs, gang activity, crime, hip-hop, and havoc. Malo was directly in the center of everything, the girls, the fights, the guns. His experiences shed light towards what it’s like to as an African American individual living in or near the hood. Not everyone realizes what people go through while living there, but now it gives some readers an image of what goes on. Though times have changed, not all previous feelings

Hey, my name's Miguel and I'm from Joliet, Il. DePauw's my top choice at the moment, and I hope to be an Honors Scholars and get into the school of music for clarinet. I used to play soccer, but I plan on playing club soccer this spring, so there is a good chance that I'll participate in intramurals. I plan on going Greek and getting involved in clubs. Netflix is great. I'm not that weird (I think). People say I'm Kinda funny, but I think they're just say it to be nice. I'm also looking for a roommate and meeting more people before fall would be great, so message

Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.

Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

As a teen in high school, Desmond-Harris was truly affected by the murder of Tupac, a gangsta rap icon, for she and her best friend Thea could relate to his very much mixed identity as an artist. He not only had a fun side, but also had a side full of anxiety and anger. Through Tupac’s songs, both Desmond-Harris and Thea were enabled to learn what it truly meant to be biracial. To say the least, Tupac’s songs had aided the coming-of-age journey the two mixed-race girls had embarked on together.

The lifestyle choice promoted in J. Cole’s “G.O.M.D.” is to stand up against racism and unethical prosecution of visible minorities. In “Antidote”, Travis promotes the use of drugs to solve one’s problems and get rid of the pain. Kendrick Lamar’s music video promotes a positive attitude in world full of madness or “m.A.a.d City.”

The term ‘hip-hop’ refers to a complex culture compromising of four elements: deejaying, rapping, rhyming, graffiti painting, and b-boying. These elements incorporate hip-hop dance, style, and attitude. “Hip-hop originated in the primarily African American economically depressed South Bronx section of New York City in the late 1970s” (Tate, pg.1). Hip-hop is a culture of fashion, language, music, movement, visual art and expression. The genre of hip-hop comes with a very significant history and evolution with its own heroes, legends, triumphs and downfalls. “Real” hip-hop is often stressed in the 21st century due to what is being passed off as hip hop, and it is often made clear that just because one takes a hip hop class, or listens to hip-hop music, does not mean they conform to the true immersion of hip-hop culture. Therefore, “real” hip-hop encapsulates the true essence of hip-hop culture, untarnished by impurities such as rapacious record labels, and vapid, materialistic subject matter. Due to the background of how and where hip-hop first emerged, the African American culture often feel responsible to protect what is for them, and to protect the culture of hip-hop entirely. Boyd states that even though hip-hop as a culture was created as a social movement, the “commercializaiton” of hip-hop demonstrated in film and media construes it to another form of urbanization and popularity”(Boyd, 79). However, in the two movies being examined in this essay (Save the Last Dance