I Walk Through The Door Of My Team House

The women who mirrors a mare is pictured as a delicate, long-haired beauty. They are unfit for manual hard work and never touch the mill, lift the strainer, or clean the house out. Bathing twice or three times a day, she combs her hair long and curly with colorful flowers. To one’s guest, she is a rare sight to see and a curse to her husband, unless he becomes a powerful oppressor who enjoys expensive luxuries. Any man who gets the women who resembles a bee is considered lucky, for she cannot be criticized.

(As Lymon gets ready to go he hears a voice at the door, a voice that he and everyone else recognizes.)

As his eyes traced down her body, he savored them. Round. Shapely. Beautiful. She wasn't like the average woman his eyes had learned to glaze over on the streets, and in her difference there was beauty. A whole lot of beauty. Bennett couldn't help but stare, and he could see her fidgeting and twisting beneath his gaze. The dominant animal inside had that effect on people; it was why he was so effective at breaking grown men.

Her name is Connie, and she is very different from most girls of the time she lives in. She is vain, she is always fighting with her family, and she is in such a rush to grow up. Connie has two very different split personalities, “One for home, and one for anywhere that was not home” (452). Everything from her walk, her facial expressions, and laugh changes once she steps out her house. Connie hides her inner childish ways when she isn’t home and the seductive young woman emerges. Connie is only concerned about her appearance. She can be conceited because "she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into mirror or checking other people's faces to make sure her own was all right" (452). Connie wants to live her life the way she wants too not the way her family wants her too. She

Lydia’s physical being is absolutely gorgeous. She is rather petite, coming to shoulder height on most of the guys she hangs out with. She has strawberry blonde hair that comes down to her mid-back, and hazel green eyes that change color when inside or outside. She has a broad smile and a look to her face that makes you know she isn’t messing around. As for her personality, she’s very diverse. She is extremely intelligent, scarily so at times, and uses it to her advantage every chance she gets. On top of being intelligent, she is an extremely strong person. She goes through tremendous amounts of trauma on an almost daily basis, and still makes

Hartley is a beautiful young woman that can light up a room with her smile. Hartley is 5"1 with dark brown hair and pink highlights. Hartley comes from a small town in South Carolina where she was born and raised. Hartley's parents work hard to give her a nice life. Her mother is an elementary school teacher and her father a mechanic. Hartley has two siblings and she falls right in the middle. Hartley grew up in her small town. She views it as a wonderful place to live. She often recalls stories of birthdays, festivals, and other town activities. Growing up in the same town allowed her to feel secure and safe.

“She had full, rouged lips and wide-spaced eyes, heavily made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in little rolled clusters, like sausages. She wore a cotton house dress

Mrs.Gulon had wavy, shiny blonde hair that went three inches past her shoulders. She was tall and slim and her face was one and a half inches smaller than a normal size face. There was a four inch wide, one inch tall half bump on her face. The bump had light blue eyes and a nose. The nose was shaped like a baby's nose but only a titch smaller. Below

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

"Hey look at the little sissy! Does the baby want his bottle!" One of the children taunted. "L-leave me a-alone." The little wolf tried to fight back the tears, but his fear was not that easily masked. "Aww, Fluff butt is going to cry!" Another teased. "Please...s-stop." The pup tears began to run down his face, whimpering as he kneeled to the ground. "Hey! Leave him alone!" A voice shouted out from the distance with a distinct accent. The wolf angled his ear to the voice's direction and heard footsteps coming closer. "Shoot. Scatter!" The leader of the bullies commanded. Meanwhile the pup was still on the ground covering his eyes. "...Are you okay?" A kind voice pierced through his withdrawn shell and looked up at the mountain gorilla child

The imagery in the story created a persona of Lydia as not being able to handle the complexities of her life and her mother’s death. The irony of Lydia’s lifestyle and a cab ride through her old neighborhood does not portray a successful Yale Law African American graduate, but a promiscuous woman that is lonely, likes to lay with successful men, the “lighter the skin the better,” going through an identity crisis, and is “Lost in the City.” When Lydia is informed by a woman from the hospital that her “mother died twenty minutes ago,” (141). Lydia told the woman, “Don’t…don’t put that sheet over her face until I get there, okay? I don’t want to talk in and see that sheet over her.”

Yvrose is 5 feet 8 tall and weigh 145 pounds, with brown eyes, and short beautiful dark brown hair always in a ponytail. She has a pretty light dolce skin. She’s always smiling, but she is very serious about things such as keeping her house in order, like keeping it clean, and always welcome to friends. She is a very stylish person. As a teacher she would wake up in the morning and ready to go to school, dresses with her beautiful dress such as silky orange top and a beautiful white pants,

You are immediately mesmerized by her sheer beauty, everything about her instantly captivates you. Her eyes sparkle like twinkling stars, and are as blue as a tropical ocean. Her smile is big, and is as stunning as her eyes. She is a beautifully groomed brunette. She wears the most fashionable outfit, not trashy, definitely classy, with a hint of sexy. She is wearing a tight fitting, low cut black dress that is accentuated with a big gold necklace. Her petite frame is supported by 6” black heels; here this outfit is required. The distance between the bottom of her short dress and her high heels is emphasized by her tanned, perfectly shaped, dancer legs. She confidently walks up to the table and dazzles them with that electrifying smile. Immediately,

Irene had striking features that would attract both male and female. She had an oval-structured face with a defined jawline and high cheekbones. Her almond-shaped eyes were a mesmerizing red with a heavy coat of liquid, black eyeliner on her eyelids. A dark shade of red lipstick covered her perfectly plumped lips and above her mouth, laid a thin pointed nose. Long, straight strands of black and white hair, gracefully hung all the way to her small waist. Despite her wicked and bold personality, she was rather slim and petite. She wore a black, cashmere dress that went up to her knees and purple boots that matched with her purple belt. A large skeleton sign was sewed effortlessly on the bodice of her dress, and on her slender neck a glowing red

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